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For those of you who know me, I like to intersperse the occasional descriptive "adult" word in my speech. It's true, I throw down expletives all the time! I have made a conscience effort, however, to leave the naughty words out of this blog because I want anyone to be able to read it...including Simone when she gets older. Sometimes, I imagine whole families gathering together in front of a crackling fire with their laptops all aglow with goshesrs.com...well, maybe not, but you get my point. But now, unfortunately, I have to break my "no expletives" rule. Families, please make sure the kids are in bed before you read this post.
This morning, Sarah left for work while I finished getting Simone ready for school. Sometimes, Simone fights me a little bit with getting ready, but she was pretty good this morning. We headed out into the rain and walked down to the bus stop. There were a few people already at the bus stop, which is a good sign because then I know we didn't just miss the bus. Buses on this route are supposed to come about every 10 minutes...20 minutes later, Simone was restless and there were a lot more people at the bus stop! Finally, the bus shows up and it's already crowded. Everybody at the bus stop (most of whom arrived there after we did) started shoving their way in front of us...even one guy who had just got there! I protested and made comments, but everyone pretended to ignore me.
Suddenly, I realized that the bus was way too full. The doors closed and the bus drove off with me, Simone, and 1 other person left standing in the rain. Simone and I could have walked to where we change buses in the 20 minutes we waited at the bus stop, but we waited for the bus, got screwed, and then had to walk in the rain anyway! She was late for school and Simone missed the morning assembly, which she always has fun at.
So, to all you Londoners who think your lives are so important that it's OK to shove your way in front of a 5 year old girl, who just wants to get to school on time, and leave her to walk in the rain: fuck you.
Fuck you. Fuck you.