Monday, August 27, 2012
The Bus, or, The Taco Joint Part I
Dustin likes The Taco Joint because it's kitty corner from the bus stop. This is important because the bus runs on a schedule it guards jealously from the prying eyes of mere mortals. Were it a sphinx, the bus would at least offer a riddle, some small hope that its timetable might in fact be knowable to the very clever and the very brave. As it is, however, one might show up every day at the same time and never gather enough data to predict the next day's bus. If you are my boyfriend the scientist, you count yourself lucky that you know at least this: if you get to the stop just in time to see the bus pulling away, you have time to cross the street and enjoy a leisurely breakfast burrito before the next bus comes.