Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Baby, it's fucking cold outside

As much as I love this cold weather, standing out in the cold waiting on
a bus destined to be late just about kills this Texan. You can't laugh
off the experience riding the bus gives. I've done local buses, county
buses, commuter buses and even Greyhound to Texas. No matter the bus,
day or time, you are most assuredly guaranteed to meet some interesting
characters. Today, for example, I am joined by a girl who insists on
carrying on a cell conversation at decibals even the dead can hear. To
make matters more interesting, she's spent the last 10 minutes trying to
convince, what I can only assume to be her boyfriend, to pierce his
balls. I've met convicts, loons, excons who watched over me...all these
people on the bus. On my last trip home, I befriended a group of thugs
in back. Hell, I figure if something goes down I figure I wanted those
guys on my side.

Moral of the story: I recommend that any writer looking for ideas just
hop on a bus.
Serena

3 comments:

  1. Or sit in a cube next to someone really loud. I swear I know every detail of this idiot's life!

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  2. i completely agree with you! the people in my office think that no one can hear them inside their cubes... i know every personal detail of their lives.

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  3. You guys should start saying really random things. That's what I would do:

    "Yeah but then I ran out of bullets."

    "She said they would pay for my flight to Milan..."

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