Last night was another round of that game. Dinner with new friends and the company was great. The conversation flowed easily. I was thrilled, thrilled I tell you, when they openly mocked Fox News and Sean Hannity (remind me to tell you about the time I was speaking at an event at the Orlando Convention Center and a Hassidic Jew thought I was Hannity...good times). If the other couple opens that door, I can talk politics without getting a roundhouse kick under the table from the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML. That said, I tempered myself (further proof I may be maturing) and talked about other things. We talked about the little town we are moving into and they pointed out that because of the size, the school busses carry all students. You've got everyone from 1st graders to high schoolers (woe unto that poor senior!) on the same bus. Can you imagine?!
That got me thinking about the few years I spent on the bus. They weren't pleasant. The school bus, typically driven by older women looking for 'pleasant' alternatives to lunch room duty or by borderline pedophile men, is a Dickensian rolling microcosm of the social theater of cruelty that is middle school and high school. Remember this scene from the AWESOME "Sixteen Candles?":
|You go, Farmer Ted!|
I was mortified the next day when I saw The Girl on the bus that I hated. I was relieved that her hair didn't look any worse for wear. It was apparent that the gum missile had been safely diffused and removed by a crack team of gum-removal experts. Whew! I vowed to never chew gum on the bus again.
Suffice to stay, I stuck (no pun intended) to that vow. To The Girl, it may be a little, well a lot, late, but sorry about the gum. What's funny is that I can't remember her name, but I sure do remember that bus and what happened with that stupid gum. I'm really glad my bus riding days are long since over.