Riding the bus has been one of the most interesting, challenging, hilarious, and eye-opening experiences ever. I’m fairly certain that I could have written a post a day about my Metro bus adventures, and they would still be interesting to you. But I don’t have time to write a post a day. I barely have time to brush my teeth. Okay, that’s a lie. I do brush regularly, I swear. But I definitely don’t have time to floss! My dentist is probably so ashamed of me right now.
Enough about my dental hygiene though; I came to talk about my bus ride today. It was totally radical, man. Like, the moment I stepped on the bus, I felt like I was, you know, back in the 70s! Far out, right?
The bus had wood paneling on the inside. WOOD PANELING. In the place of the normal captain seats were . . . bench seats. Not just normal benches with usual blue-ish patterned fabric either. These were benches with brown-y orange upholstering that reminded me of the shag carpet that used to be in our basement. When I sat down, I looked up to make sure my bus driver wasn’t holding a guitar and singing about love and peace.
I don’t know why we had a super cool bus today. But I wish they would have told us ahead of time. Then I could’ve been prepared! I mean, I looked normal today in my business casual attire. If I had known, I would have at least worn a long, flowy skirt and maybe bought a peasant shirt at the thrift store, and maybe gotten one of those funky headbands that you wear around your forehead, and some of those weird, rounded sunglasses! And I’m sure everyone else would’ve dressed up to, because most of the people on the bus were actually alive in that decade! Then I would’ve definitely brought my Polaroid camera and taken pictures in the retro metro so I could tell everyone that I time traveled, to which everyone would reply, “Why did you travel to the 70s??”, to which I would reply, “I didn’t plan it, but the machine got stuck there . . .” And then everyone would have been confused about how I got back, and I could have made a very creative story about my mind power and how I fixed the machine and transported myself back to the present!
Oh man, it would have been AWESOME. But no, they didn’t tell us. So I sat there in my bench, only halfway transported to that decade of hippies.
It was still fun though. And the benches were really comfy.
I love the bus. And peace. I love that too.
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