I had to go to school last night, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it because I felt as though I caught the plague and tried all day to get some sympathy, but was largely unsuccessful.
Talk about kicking me when I’m down.
I’m looking for the silver lining though and I have to say that last night’s drive home from school was better than the one a week ago when I drove home in a lovely mixture of rain and sleet and snow because apparently Mother Nature has not yet received the memo that THE SPRING…IT HAS TECHNICALLY ARRIVED.
Speaking of spring, Stacy and I have decided that when the weather gets a little nicer, we’re going to go into the city one day and walk around because let’s face it, there is a limit to how many times you can aimlessly wander up and down the health and beauty aisles at Wal Mart and we’re dangerously close to reaching it.
Most likely we will be taking the train into the city because listen, I am not about to drive Old Blue into the city. I know some people drive in the city every day, and big ups to those people, but I am not one of them. In fact, last Friday night I went into the city to go out with some friends and also prove that I am the muse for Flo Rida’s song “Club Can’t Handle Me.” Although perhaps the order of those words should be reversed because as we were walking down the street trying to decide which bar to go into, I announced that “I WOULD LIKE TO FIND A PLACE THAT IS NOT TOO CROWDED AND ALSO WHERE I CAN COMFORTABLY SIT DOWN.”
And it wouldn’t hurt if they have a senior citizen discount for grandma here.
Oh, Flo Rida would be so proud.
On the way into the city I actually had to cover my eyes because the combination of bumpy cobblestone streets and four cars packed into two lanes does not a calm experience make. I wasn’t driving, so rest assured that it was completely safe for me to cover my eyes. However, I can’t promise I wouldn’t instinctively do the same thing if I was behind the wheel, which could throw a wrench into a lovely springtime afternoon in the city.
AND SO, Stacy and I will take the train. Although trains aren’t my strong suit either, so Stacy will be navigating. Unless of course we decide that we would like to spend the afternoon somewhere other than
, in which case, LET ME LEAD THE WAY. Philadelphia
I don’t take the train into the city all that often, but when I do, I am usually with Matt. I just follow his lead because he knows the difference between R-2 and R-3 and the R-17.486 and whether we should get off at Market East or Suburban Station or 30th Street, which is all Greek to me. However, since I don't have to decide which train to board or which side of the track to stand on, I am totally freed up to take pictures of the glamorous experience that is mass transit, so, you know, BONUS.
The one and only time I have been in charge figuring out the public transportation for a trip was when my roommate Heather and I decided to take the bus to Target in college one day freshman year and things went terribly wrong. There are BUSES GALORE at
so I looked at the schedule, found the one that I thought made the Target loop, and away we went. Penn State
Well, as we were traveling along we noticed that tons of people were getting off the bus and no one was getting on. Before we knew it we were the only two people left on that bus, and it was then that we realized we were in a wee bit of trouble.
Turns out the bus we got on wasn’t going to Target at all. I had apparently misunderstood the bus schedule big time. The bus driver just shook his head, dropped us on the side of the road at the end of his route, and told us we would just have to wait for a rescue bus to come and get us.
A rescue bus.
Now, the bus driver was just disgusted with us when he realized what we had done, and it wouldn’t have surprised us in the least if he didn’t call us a rescue bus. However, we decided to wait it out for a little while and sat on the curb and called our mothers and our friends and our godmothers’ hairdresser’s fourth cousin twice removed to tell them that WE GOT ON THE WRONG BUS TO GO TO TARGET AND NOW WE’RE SITTING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD WAITING FOR A RESCUE BUS TO COME AND SAVE US AND ISN’T THAT JUST THE FUNNIEST THING?
We had no shame.
Sure enough about forty five minutes later, the rescue bus showed up and took us the rest of the way to Target. We were the only ones on that rescue bus. They sent it out specifically to find the girls who couldn’t figure out the bus schedule.
I will admit- that was a little bit embarrassing.
And that is why I feel it is a responsible decision to appoint Stacy as the navigational beacon on our big city adventure. I have a funny feeling that the
mass transit system doesn’t send out rescue trains for the girl who cannot accurately read the train schedule. Philadelphia
Plus, someone will need to step up and take pictures of the train station walls and the extra long escalators, and I’m willing to rise to the occasion. It’s for the best.