And now, we wait.
I am put in mind of a time when I was bringing home a rather shitty report card.
We almost always sat in "our" seats on the Giant Yellow Limos, those few of us peons who didn't have cars.
Our small-town Slim Shady sat across from me directly behind the bus driver. I think he was trying to learn how to drive a bus. Such would be a pinnacle of achievement for him other than stealing one.
I was slumped in my seat trying to unsee the failing algebra grade. He lifted the flimsy document out of my fingers, found the source of my misery, and handed it back to me.
"Smile. Ain't fuck all you can do about it now."
2 comments:
Makes me wish I had a bus ride home from school rather than walking home all alone each and every day.....and he was right- not much you could do about ....I think I had the same result in Algebra.
The waiting is so tough.
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