Thursday, September 14, 2006

The wheels on the bus go round and round...

I take the bus to work every morning and most of the time I am kind of amused by it. This is because there are so many weird people that ride the bus... just ask my dad. This morning, I was particularly interested in a few people that are on my bus almost every day... and I would like to tell you about them.

First off, there is crazy hair guy. He seems to have some kind of officey-type job because he is always wearing a button up shirt, work appropriate dress pants (with pleats in the front! Ew! I hate that!) and ordinary looking shoes. He looks like the average working man. Except that the has an afro the size of the planet Jupiter. I mean it! It is seriously huge! The largest white-dude afro I have ever seen. It is terribly impressive and makes me wonder about what exactly he does for a living. Does that hair violate the dress code? (BTW, you should see him on casual Fridays! He takes it to the casual limit, wearing weird t-shirts and sometimes even fitting a hat over the mass of hair on top of his head. It is a true marvel.)

And then there are the two coolest kids in school. The sweatpants kids. There are two of them. A boy and a girl. I really think that life might be easier for them if they just became friends, but no. They are not. But that's just how sweatpants kids are. These are typically kids that are like WAYYYYYY smaller than everyone else their age. They wear athletic shoes and sport socks that are pulled up as high as they can go. This is typically paired with sweatpants. But not just ordinary sweatpants... the kind that have the elastic gathering at the bottom and are a bit too short, so you can totally see the socks. They get picked on for not dressing like everyone else, but everybody knows they are the smartest kids in town. They could build heat-seeking rockets in their backyards and could probably take you out if they really wanted to... but they generally seek to avoid conflict. I love these kids so much. They are the best. I just want to hug them and say, "When Charlie says those things about your mom, he doesn't mean it. Just you wait... at the 10 year reunion, you will be totally loaded and he will be driving a garbage truck - which is a totally noble profession, don't get me wrong - but we both know that being a rocket scientist is way cooler. Right? RIGHT? So you just hang in there, buddy."

Awwww. So precious.

Then I got off the bus and it was so cold out that I decided I wanted to eat a meat pie for lunch. WTF? Why do I want to eat nothing but meat, all of a sudden? My body must be trying to tell me something. Perhaps I should listen. But where the hell can I get a meat pie for lunch? That is the question of the day...

4 comments:

Lydia said...

Did you get a meat pie? I never like the crust, myself.

sarah said...

I did. From the Bread Garden. It was okay. Not the best, but it did the trick!

Mina said...

best example of a sweat pants kid: Chris Ritchie.

sarah said...

Oh GOD! Mom said that kid owns the place he lives in already, which is kind of sad because he is younger than me. Mind you, said place of residence is a trailer in a trailer park on King George Highway...

Remember that time when he wore his baseball uniform to school? A true delight, that kid...