Tuesday, August 17, 2010

A BENCH WITHOUT A SHELTER

Yesterday I was waiting for the 830. There's nothing inherently unusual about this. It was a very hot day. By the time I had walked to the bus stop I was feeling rather hot and lethargic. I went to sit down on the bench, but as I looked at it I saw the sun's rays reflecting off the plastic surface and a searing memory came into my head of how my bottom felt the last time I sat on a bench that had been exposed to direct sunlight all the day long. Needless to say, I waited standing until the air-conditioned bus arrived.

2 comments:

  1. OMG I love your blog. I remember seeing you on the bus quite frequently when I was also a frequest bus-goer. Also, I thought about you because the METEOR SHOWERRRRR was last week. I'm glad we're blog friends.

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  2. Thanks; I must say your blogs are also most excellent. "Things that must go" is definitely a keeper. Also, thanks to you, I discovered "Hyperbole and a Half". I laughed. Out loud. A lot.

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