This morning I awoke after about four hours sleep, put on some clothes, ate some cereal and stared glumly out the window as the rain bucketed down precicely where I was to walk to the bus stop. I got to the bus stop, wet, and eventually boarded a bus which became so overcrowded that the bus driver refused to take any more passengers. I got to uni just after 8.30am and attended two shatteringly pointless lectures, while carrying around three huge textbooks in my bag which threatened to release it’s velco monkey grip and send all my expensive books to the muddy ground, taking my right shoulder along for the right.
I shant make this mistake again.
But it’s okay. The day was completely validated when a woman of approximately 50 years of age with bleached blonde hair, dressed in a black, tight jacket and black miniskirt, along with a black shiny police hat (like a dominatrix) walked past a 70 year old man stepping off the bus, as he instinctively performed a Jack Lemmon cross-eyed double take at her rear end. Comedy Gold.
You may be able to lay some of the blame for the rain on me. It only ever seems to rain heavily when I am about to do important things requiring dry weather.
Yesterday, I saw a woman of about 50 years age in a dress 20 years too young for her and with hair that would have looked great during the 70′s punk era. No double takes from me, but a lot of head shaking. Some people obviously lack mirrors.
Taking public transport when it’s raining. The memories. The horrible, horrible memories. Including one which still scars me to this day. :)
At least there was a dominatrix-related lining to your cloudy day. :)
Kevin – Don’t they say that age is all about what you feel, or more likely, how you make other people feel?
Minty – There’s nothing like riding a moist bus. The smells alone are intoxicating.