You have to believe me. This is a true story.
There are some things you have to talk about. You know. Not just for the useless whining or how good it makes you feel to talk those things out. Just because. And, in the worst case, it’ll give you good stories to tell your kids about one day.
I went to my friend’s house to have supper with her. We talked, we laughed, the food was good. Everything was ok. After that I was supposed to meet other friends at another friend’s house, alone, because the first friend didn’t feel like going out, having a drink, etc. I decided to take the bus, it would have been an approximatively 35 to 45 minutes walk and for many reasons I didn’t feel like walking such a distance that night. And so I leave that first friend’s house to the bus stop. I even arrived 10 mintues earlier than the time the bus is supposed to pick me up.
At the same time I arrived, the bus arrived too, but going north. I’m going south. It’s the first bus. Nothing really important here, except I have a confirmation that the transportation workers are not on strike tonight and that my bus should be there in a couple of minutes.
In ten minutes, two other buses going north passed in front of me. I’m like « Wow ! This is going good and fast, my bus will be there in a minute for sure! »
Now the bus is 5 minutes late… Ok, it happens. Going north, two buses pass by in front of me. Two at the same time… Those were the fourth and fifth buses.
I have now been there for over 25 minutes, waiting for a bus that goes south. The bus is more than late, it’s double-late because I am now waiting for the bus after the one I was waiting before (schedully speaking).
Finally, a bus coming south comes toward me. « Yay! » The bus comes closer as I read the neon-flashy-sign-normally indicating the number of that bus : Out of order.
Ahhhhhhh come on ! I mean… seriously… Come on !
And I keep waiting, it’s not that I’m ridiculously stubborned. I just like to get through things, you know, entirely…
Oh, déja vu, a bus going north passes in front of me. It’s the seventh one.
Finally (version 2), I see a bus coming south in the distance. The flashy sign does not indicate « Out of order », that’s good for me. The sign says : Special
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Eighth bus.
Ok… I mean after 6 buses going north, one Out of order bus and one Special bus, surely, the next bus that comes will be for me.
No.
The next and ninth bus was another bus going north. (The seventh one of those going north…)
Ok… Now I’ve seen everything. I’ve been here for more than half an hour. I think I deserve a bus.
Ohhhhhhh!!! I see a bus going south coming. That’s for me ! That’s for me ! Yeah ! What the funk ? A second Out of order bus… I just don’t believe it.
Ok ! Ok ! I have been waiting for 50 minutes but now I have a ride. It’s 100% sure. Two buses are coming and they are going south. At least, one of them will be for me. Oh yeah !
The first one is a second Special bus.
The other one is a third Out or order bus.
…
I swear on my cat’s head. Not lying. Really happened. Pissed me off big time.
…
And a bus going north passed in front of me again. The thirteenth one.
I had enough and just so that story could wrap around in a fancy way; I walked up north (to my house) on that street. And yes, I did FINALLY cross the bus 2 streets north. But, even if I had wanted to hop in, I was between two stops…
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