Today is the day before a two-day holiday here in the U.S. of A; 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 has opted to tack on to the four-day weekend by taking today off as well.
I try not to be bitter.
I have lumbered on to the bus this morning (my outerwear being several layers deep) to discover that I am only the fourth person to enjoy the stress-free ride that is public transport.
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 just before a holiday.
And you just know the ride to yoga Monday night is gonna be sweet.
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