Friday, September 3, 2010
So, picture this. It's early in the morning. I approach the bus stop, where there is a small crowd of people forlornly waiting for the 811. As they gaze longingly down University Ave., I calmly wait for the 831 to pop around the corner. The 831 comes. I get on. Everyone else is still forlornly standing there. Now imagine it's raining.
Sometimes it gives me the almost uncontrollable urge to say "Haha, suckaz!" as I get on the bus.