Monday was Martin Luther King Day; and while I, personally, am scheduled to work five days a week until three days after my death, it appears, by the look of the bus, that everyone else had the day off.
I try not to be bitter.
Now, I know it’s a holiday that only postal workers, banks and schools, from what I can tell, receive benefit, yet it was a shock to climb on to the bus Monday morning and be only its fourth inhabitant.
Not only do I have my own seat, but there’s room for a parlor, a large dog and a walk-in humidor.
Finally. A walk-in humidor...
There are precious few amenities on a bus, as I'm sure you're aware; but now that I’ve got room to expand a little, I’m quite excited about the ride to yoga tonight and have big plans.
What do you think? We knock out the whole front area. I want to see wheel-to-wheel carpeting, curtains, maybe a glass roof just to give it a more expansive feel.
On-site seated massage!
Dinner mints on every seat!
Complimentary elbow bleaching!
It’s ridiculous how keyed up I get about the end of a work day on a holiday.
You just know the ride to yoga Monday night was sweet.
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