Welcome to Friday, everyone. Step this way, gaze deeply into your own navel and tell me what the following has to say about the coming weekend...
I Got Mine by the Black Keys
Somebody Told Me by The Killers
All ‘Cause of You by The 88
Cult of Personality by Living Colour
Long Time Gone by Crosby, Stills & Nash
Born to Wander by Rare Earth
Love Cats by The Cure
Your Country by Gogol Bordello
My interpretation? Stay inside and make a cherry pie! (But then, that's my usual interpretation.)
Today is one of those days where once again I am in love with humanity. Just take a look! See all those weirdos out there? One of them is me – and, quite possibly, you.
Said with love, of course.
It was the bus driver that set off today’s love affair – which sounds far more interesting than it actually is. Me and the bus driver? Nah. While I enjoy his sparkling black eyes and the way his belly lays in his lap, he’s not for me; and I think we both know that now.
But enough about our ill-fated love! This isn’t about The Bus Driver and The Blogger! (That’s more of a Monday blog, don’t you think?) This is about the bus driver and the woman who ran four blocks to catch the bus this morning – and the fact that he waited for her.
Poor thing. There she was, a young woman in seasonally inappropriate glitter-gold shoes, running with the determination rarely shown amongst the young nowadays. The gold shoes ate up the pavement stride by stride and I found myself rooting for the gal in the fancy slippers.
When she finally got to the bus, she gasped a “thank you” to the driver and proceeded to cough until she gagged. Poor girlie! The cold, damp air of a Minnesota morning is not for everyone. If she had looked up, she would’ve seen me, smiling and internally applauding for her efforts. Despite the morning's late start, she caught up and was now back on track. I think that's wonderful, even if she did sacrifice a lung to do it.
OK. So she wouldn’t have seen the internal applauding. Really, that’s just gross. But you get my meaning...
It’s Friday, everyone; and for the next two days, most of us are free not to chase the bus.
And I won’t. Don’t you, either.
We're right where we need to be.
Stop by tomorrow or Sunday. I’ll be here.
21 hours ago