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Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Thoughts from the Bus

Apparently, it's an unspoken rule that you keep your backpack in your lap and not on the floor.

Even if you hate your backpack, like I do. I guess it makes sense.......I bet the floor is pretty gross. But it didn't occur to me until I was looking around Monday and all five laps that I could see had backpacks in them. When I got to work, I used lots of rubbing alcohol to clean off the bottom of mine, then put it in my lap on the way home. Live and learn.

Everyone has an iPod. Everyone.

At least, everyone who rides the bus. Was there a time when riding the bus was a social thing? Cause it's not anymore. And I'm no exception. Except my earbuds are black because I don't like the ones that come with the iPod. I look around and everyone's got some kind stuck in their ears. Or, my favorite, the cute 16 year old skater boy that sat next to me last week with his black iPod and these HUGE black headphones that pretty much covered his whole head. Dare to be different, dude.

I'm okay waiting on the bus.

I am consistently getting to my bus stop a split second too late for the 6:51am bus. I say split second because I'm less than a half a block away when I see it pull up to the stop. And yes, I could run for it. I have my tennis shoes on. But I've always thought to myself, who the hell would run for a bus? I see people doing it all the time and it just sucks. That's one of the reasons it took me so long to be a bus rider. So I don't run for this bus. The driver sees me and smiles and waves. And I wave back. Then I sit for 15 minutes and wait for the next one. And I'm still at work 10 minutes early.

We never really grow up, do we?

While I'm sitting at the stop for 15 minutes, I watch the kids across the street gather at their bus stop. One by one, these 10 and 13 year olds come from every direction and hang out on the steps to the condo building that doubles as their stop. I've never seen them actually get picked up, but I did see the little blond girl grab the hand of the dark haired girl and lead her away from the bus stop, up toward the coffee shop, as the bus was coming. She was being very sneaky about it. A couple of the other kids hollered to them that this was their bus, but they just kept walking. I wondered if they were ditching school. And then I pitied the dark hair girl because she looked like a lost dog being led around. I remember being that little dark haired girl. You'll do anything to make your peers like you. Even if it means ditching school, putting your backpack in your lap like the cool kids do, or hanging out of the window of a Chrysler Cordoba with a baseball bat, swinging at mailboxes (which you never hit because your hand/eye coordination sucked. Still does.)

I could have it all wrong. The dark haired girl may have very well been the school bully (all 50 pounds of her) and the blond was helping her avoid beating up someone on the school bus. Who knows?

Spellcheck rocks.

Because I was typing backback for backpack. Funny.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Mom said...

You also typed lease for "least". Sorry - couldn't help but point that out . . . . . (That's what moms do!)

8:26 AM  
Blogger rae said...

Great. Thanks, mom.

11:01 AM  
Anonymous Mom said...

You're welcome.

1:52 PM  
Anonymous val said...

LOL What a memory I had filed away and thought it was lost forever!!!!!

7:32 PM  
Anonymous Dee said...

I don't have an iPod.

And I guess I have to let you slide since you're my cousin but the mailbox thing is probably on my top ten list of pet peeves. I've never understood the thrill of destroying someone's mailbox. That comes from someone who has had to replace the mailbox several times. Don't get me wrong - I did my share of stupid things as a teenager - just never got the mailbox thing.

And I saw a 20-20 or some show about what is on the bottom of purses and it made me sick. Guess it applies to backpacks too.

4:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is very familiar. Much like waiting for the train over here.

H~

2:59 PM  

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