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I may never be able to take the bus again....
So, today seemed like it would be a good day. My sister had one of her friends sleep over, my room was clean, and we were going to see a movie! Hooray-- or so I thought. (Dum-dum-dum!)
As my father was dropping us off at the movie theater, it began to rain. I told my sister and her friend this, and how it might be bad for our plan to take the bus back, but I don't think they were really listening. We waited in line, laughed a little about how my sister's friend thought "matinee" was "manatee," and then bought three tickets to Ella Enchanted. The movie had times where it was moderately good, some parts were slightly moving, but for the most part, it was so bizarre and corny that it made you think that you were on some sort of strange drug. I mean, I only read the first few pages of the book, but those pages were butchered.
So, the movie wasn't too great, and when we got outside, it was pouring. We waited at the bus stop for about half an hour before the bus came. By that time, most of my clothes were sopping wet and we were very, very cold.
Once I got on the bus, I decided very quickly that I would have rather walked in the pouring rain. The bus smelled of rotten egg salad mixed with fart. It was full of stale, hot air that was being pushed out by the heaters and eating all the oxygen on the bus, and it was one of those horrible ad busses that are basically a billboard on wheels. With the windows being covered in a giant car dealership ad, the bus felt like a prison. A cramped, smelly, dirty, nasty, overpopulated, moving prison.
On top of the bus being horrible, the driver seemed to be extremely slow. Was it just the nastiness of the bus getting to me, or was he waiting five minutes at every light?!
I was so desperate to get off the bus that I mistook a street corner for our bus stop and started pushing on the door to get out. Then somebody told me that the bus stop was across from that corner.
Then, when we got off the bus and began running back home, I realized that I hadn't brought the keys to the house. My sister and her friend made me run to my father's office to get the keys. Horrible, horrible.
I got home and took a shower.
April 13, 2004 at 06:31 PM
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I hate taking buses. I know that public transportation is better for the environment and easier when you don't have someone to drive you places, but I would much rather walk than take a bus. Even in the nicer buses, I can never tell when the last time it was cleaned. I'd like to think it's every night that they get scrubbed down, but I have no idea, which creeps me out as I'm sitting in a seat that has a greasy handlebar on it. Eew.
I read "Ella Enchanted", but only because my sister insisted. It was alright, but definately could have been better. I probably didn't really like it because it was written for kids around 12 years old. The movie was okay, but I hated the way they changed the entire plot, what with the Sir Edward, or whatever his name was. It would have been so much better if they hadn't made it so bizarre and if they had cut out the rhyming narrator.
"The Prince & Me" is much better.