A Rusty Bus
Oh joy. One can only exclaim at the thought of having to spend almost 36 hours on a rusty bus, but when it is the only way of getting where you want to go, one does not have much choice.
I woke up bright and early this morning, reluctantly, as I would have to confront the grumpy man in the reception 'room' to pay my fee for my stay.
Well he was a merry fellow. I'm sure you can pick up on the sarcasm. I asked how to get to Bighsville. He hadn't heard of the place, and I felt inclined to tell him that neither had I, but he found a bus company that had a bus going there this very afternoon.
Why Bighsville? Well apparently that is where I live. Or where I lived, rather. You see, I looked for my name in several phone books, all of which were outdated by several years. There was a Fennard Black in Bighsville. Curiously, it had no number or address. I will have a lot more researching to do to track this other Black fellow down.
So I am on a bus. But all is not bad. I met a nice man called Ted, who said his parents live in Bighsville, and he was off to visit them.
I woke up bright and early this morning, reluctantly, as I would have to confront the grumpy man in the reception 'room' to pay my fee for my stay.
Well he was a merry fellow. I'm sure you can pick up on the sarcasm. I asked how to get to Bighsville. He hadn't heard of the place, and I felt inclined to tell him that neither had I, but he found a bus company that had a bus going there this very afternoon.
Why Bighsville? Well apparently that is where I live. Or where I lived, rather. You see, I looked for my name in several phone books, all of which were outdated by several years. There was a Fennard Black in Bighsville. Curiously, it had no number or address. I will have a lot more researching to do to track this other Black fellow down.
So I am on a bus. But all is not bad. I met a nice man called Ted, who said his parents live in Bighsville, and he was off to visit them.
posted by Fennard Black at 9:00 pm
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