Being that today is a Monday, I was running late as always, so I was on a later bus than usual. I deeply regret my addiction to the snooze button. For some reason, there was a field trip of third graders on the bus. I spent my 20 minute bus commute waking up to 15-20 children chattering excitedly about space ships and super hero powers and how the moon is really just a hole in the sky that aliens made with lasers so they could look at us from the other side.
The bus home was preceded by my staring across the street at this:
It was quite possibly the most gigantic dog I have ever seen in my entire life. Needless to say, I wanted nothing more than to squish it's gigantic face. But the bus came before I could.
On the bus, I was horrified when I saw injured arm man is no longer with an injured arm. Now, the last time I saw him was when he was passing by on the 66 bus like the fair weather bus rider he is. It is because I am a terrible person and for some reason was really upset that he would take the 66 bus that I wished he would be injured arm man for ever. Or at least for baseball season. But no such luck. Maybe next time...
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