Today I took the U of C bus to work. It takes equally as long to ride as to walk, but I didn't want to get to work all sweaty. And there is a cold chill in the air I didn't feel like dealing with. And I haven't had time to pick up the needles all week so I brought them along.
There was nothing too exciting on the bus. Someone was having a mean bout with their nose. Or maybe they were conducting a flock of geese from the streets of Hyde Park, I don't know. Another poor girl lost her balance and actually landed on me. I hate it when one goes flying all over the bus. It happens to the best of us and there's no telling where you'll land. And another cheeky guy asked some girl what she was doing in our neighborhood in the morning. She had a fully legitimate answer. There was also the student, like totally obsessed, with like the birth control policy in like China.
Finally there was a girl sitting across from me wearing a Canada sweatshirt gaping at me knitting with her mouth hanging open. It could have been many things; she could've been suffering from wrong allergies, she could've been in a sleepwalking trance, she could've been collecting saliva for her biology slides or she could've been mesmerized by someone knitting in public.
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But, at least the 171 goes down 55th on the way to campus instead of coming back. It does make it faster, I think.
It's funny listening to undergrads, isn't it? I can't believe I was one once upon a time.
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