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adventures at the city station
today started alright, but quickly went down the drain when i got a note from the office during third hour instructing me to call home during lunch. so i did, and was informed that our car had died and was currently in the shop.
i was faced with the horrid truth. i would have to take the public bus, as i live out of district for my school and all my friends get out earlier than me.
i boarded the bus a short distance from my school and rode it to the city station. it arrived late, and thus was late to the station, causing me to miss my second bus by two minute. no joke, two actual fucking minutes.
my route is a fairly remote one, so i had to wait an hour until another bus came that would go past my stop. during that hour, i endured the stares of a good half dozen older men (despite my zipped up sweater, which should have put at least some of them off). one of them even came up and asked to shake my hand. when i asked why, he took it in both of his hands and told me i was very cute, then stroked my hair briefly and walked away when he got no reaction or response.
i feel dirty. plus, it's getting cold out; my hands were numb by the time the second bus got there. toes are just now thawing out. yuck.
anyway, so then i got to my stop, hiked uphill to my house up a winding road lined with scratchy bushes along the very narrow sidewalk, and was greeted by my flustered step-dad talking on the phone to my near-hysterical mother. apparently, since i didn't call them to let them know i was taking the bus (even though i don't have a cell phone and didn't have any quarters, *and* i had told them i would take the bus at lunchtime, damnit!) they freaked about my not being home yet and were about to call the police.
the house is tense now, my appendages are tingling with the new heat, and i feel violated by those eyes. *shudders*
not too great of a day... mrr...
i was faced with the horrid truth. i would have to take the public bus, as i live out of district for my school and all my friends get out earlier than me.
i boarded the bus a short distance from my school and rode it to the city station. it arrived late, and thus was late to the station, causing me to miss my second bus by two minute. no joke, two actual fucking minutes.
my route is a fairly remote one, so i had to wait an hour until another bus came that would go past my stop. during that hour, i endured the stares of a good half dozen older men (despite my zipped up sweater, which should have put at least some of them off). one of them even came up and asked to shake my hand. when i asked why, he took it in both of his hands and told me i was very cute, then stroked my hair briefly and walked away when he got no reaction or response.
i feel dirty. plus, it's getting cold out; my hands were numb by the time the second bus got there. toes are just now thawing out. yuck.
anyway, so then i got to my stop, hiked uphill to my house up a winding road lined with scratchy bushes along the very narrow sidewalk, and was greeted by my flustered step-dad talking on the phone to my near-hysterical mother. apparently, since i didn't call them to let them know i was taking the bus (even though i don't have a cell phone and didn't have any quarters, *and* i had told them i would take the bus at lunchtime, damnit!) they freaked about my not being home yet and were about to call the police.
the house is tense now, my appendages are tingling with the new heat, and i feel violated by those eyes. *shudders*
not too great of a day... mrr...