Riding the bus in Philadelphia isn't anything like riding the bus in elementary school. When I was in sixth grade, I distinctly remember standing in line--needing to be the third or fourth person to ensure getting a backseat. Then, once on the bus, times were good. There were fans that sprayed water because Louisiana is hot and school is year-round. Your friends were on the bus. And coming home on the bus signified that the school day was over and you could go home and watch Saved by the Bell and make home-made nachos.
Well, times change. We have been riding the bus lately and let me tell you, Philadelphia bus drivers are NOT nice. The buses are NOT on time. And there are no spray fans. (Granted, there is air conditioning, but that's not the point.) The point is... I missed the bus and will now be late to church.
Playing in the Sun (June 2015)
10 years ago