Back again
May. 2nd, 2008 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lordshipmayhemI was out of town for the past two days, earning money.
Getting home was An Adventure. I hate adventures. They're OK on the silver screen, but when you're living the nightmare, it's a different story. Not Romancing the Stone so much as Trains, Planes and Automobiles.
1) The bus pulls out. I've JUST managed to catch it. I get a seat to myself, which is a wonder, but the bus is ready for summer: the air conditioning is running flat out. Great, let's store beer in here.
2) We get to the next stop and hear the bus driver advising us to disembark. Problem: the bus is slipping out of gear when it has to go uphill, which just describes portions of Highway 401 that we've been traveling over. Comforting thought, that...
3) We then stand waiting for about 20 minutes while Greyhound Canada manages to whistle up a replacement bus. Back on the bus - but although we're assured we who got off get back on first, there's no dividing line between those of us who arrived on the bus and those of us who are embarking at this stop. Zoo, and plenty of pissed-off passengers.
4) Otherwise unremarkable until I get home. Leaving the subway station my path crosses that of six police officers escorting a man who looks like he's in his 40's. His hands are handcuffed behind him; his face has that far-off gaze (focused on the Flying Dutchman) that clearly say the date and time on his planet right now is Dandelion, the Vatican of Shin Pads, at about half past beer, and he has an appointment at a quarter to Silly Putty and he'd better get going now before he misses it.
Getting home was An Adventure. I hate adventures. They're OK on the silver screen, but when you're living the nightmare, it's a different story. Not Romancing the Stone so much as Trains, Planes and Automobiles.
1) The bus pulls out. I've JUST managed to catch it. I get a seat to myself, which is a wonder, but the bus is ready for summer: the air conditioning is running flat out. Great, let's store beer in here.
2) We get to the next stop and hear the bus driver advising us to disembark. Problem: the bus is slipping out of gear when it has to go uphill, which just describes portions of Highway 401 that we've been traveling over. Comforting thought, that...
3) We then stand waiting for about 20 minutes while Greyhound Canada manages to whistle up a replacement bus. Back on the bus - but although we're assured we who got off get back on first, there's no dividing line between those of us who arrived on the bus and those of us who are embarking at this stop. Zoo, and plenty of pissed-off passengers.
4) Otherwise unremarkable until I get home. Leaving the subway station my path crosses that of six police officers escorting a man who looks like he's in his 40's. His hands are handcuffed behind him; his face has that far-off gaze (focused on the Flying Dutchman) that clearly say the date and time on his planet right now is Dandelion, the Vatican of Shin Pads, at about half past beer, and he has an appointment at a quarter to Silly Putty and he'd better get going now before he misses it.