chesneycat

I don't appreciate waiting at a bus stop for twenty minutes in the rain, especially when fifteen of those minutes are while the bus is running late. The clouds were pretty enough between all the squalls, but after hearing the article on the news this morning about Caltech's latest theory on the bus wait/walk dilemma, I wasn't going to dash off in a hurry. 

Then the light dawned.  I might have been too hungover to drive to the swimming pool at quarter to seven this morning, but quarter to ten was another matter entirely. There's always somewhere to park at the Lab, and the meter costs less for five and a half hours than a daysaver bus ticket does.  Plus, I get to do the journey in fifteen minutes in cosy comfort to the sounds of Ravel's Bolero rather than spending up to an hour on multiple buses. Laughing at the poor unfortunate multitudes waiting at all the bus stops en route was a tasty piece of schadenfreude to start the day with as well. There's only one drawback - I was going to pop into Forbidden Planet to buy The Kindly Ones between buses, and that'll have to wait for another day.  In the meanwhile...

Screw you, number 33!