I hate taking the bus home. Fine. I dislike taking the bus home. Hate is a very bad word. I had to take the bus home because my mom had to drive my siblings to art lessons down at Granville Island. So there I was, all cold and miserable, waiting for the 29th bus. I waited a long time and then a bus came. When it arrived, it was jam packed. I never thought that many people could fit on a bus! So I had to wait for another bus. Luckily for me, it came soon enough and there were still a lot of people on it, but not as much. So I got on and was pretty much squished. When I collapsed out of the bus onto the skytrain station, the other bus that I was switching to (taking me home) was just leaving. NOOOOO!!!! So I had to walked home, and it took me a long15 minutes. The bad thing is, I have to do this every week.
Here's my advice: buses can be very evil!
Dapple Grey
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