If you're sitting at home thinking to your self "Wow Daniel hasn't updated his blog in a really long time" well your right. I've been on winter vacation and it was wonderful. I took the bus a total of 0 times. But all good things come to an end eventually.
On Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed at 6:00am and started my day. At 6:45 I made the all to familiar walk from my house to the bus stop. Waiting at the bus stop is depressing enough as it is, but waiting there before dawn makes it especially depressing. I waited in the cold for five minutes until I saw the big glowing headlights of my bus turn the corner and head towards me. I made my way to the side of the curb and watched as my bus slowed down and came to a stop, 15 feet away from me. Snow filled the inside of my shoes as I high stepped my way through the snow bank towards the open doors of the bus. When I got to the bus I was greeted with a nice "Good morning" from the bus driver.
I flashed the driver my bus pass and made my way through the empty bus to the back. I sat down in the corner and took a deep breathe, ahhhh that old familiar stink of the bus was still there. I leaned my head against the cold window and tried to get a little shut eye, but at the next stop two ladies got on that felt like I needed to know what Sharon told their boss on Monday.
The bus got pretty crowded by the time we were in Osborne Village, so I gave my seat up to a young women who was bravely wearing 4 inch heels on the bus. Two stops later she got off, and of course by the time she squeezed pass me some one had already taken the seat. So I stood there for another 10 minutes until my stop came. I jumped off the bus, took a deep breathe of that cold Winnipeg air, and thought to my self "I'm back at school"
You know what else is hard to wear on the bus? Cowboy boots.
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