Until Hurricane Irene, I have been traveling between NYC and DC every weekend and the bus is starting to get a little old. Last week I found myself sitting by an affable tourist from Ghana in traditional dress. Usually I am all about talking to whoever, but I had been sleeping on couches all week and I needed some sleep. A few minutes into my peaceful slumber, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I drowsily responded, "Uhh?"
"Miss, when I came over on the plane from Ghana, I didn't go pee once."
I forgave him for not knowing my aversion to that phrase, but it didn't really seem like time sensitive information. Especially since the the bus ride turned out to be seven heinous hours long.
When I fell asleep again, I was awakened by a sonorous voice. "Miss, I think that your blonde hair is a real treat."
"Thanks."
At regular intervals, I was jolted awake by, "America is America," "I bought two cars," "America is America (intentionally repeated)" and "once a taxi driver in Long Island charged me $450.00." Ok, the last one was kind of intriguing.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment