I forget what I’m supposed to be doing. On the bus with me today:
- Nobody. Is it Saturday and I don’t know it?
- Finally some people start getting on. One guy walks in like he owns the place. He has square features, shaggy hair and a wild goatee. Oh, I get it! I’m an extra in a Geico commercial. (OK, so he is not a caveman. He stood up as the bus got full and a mother with her two kids took his seat.)
- A girl going to nursing school, or something like that. She is reviewing notes for unit 5 in her pharmacology 2300 class. They do not teach you in nursing school that pinning your ears back with a tight do-rag is likely to cause pain by lunchtime.
- A girl with bright red hair. Her head looks like an apple with a bite taken out of it where her face is. She should wear a green hairpiece for the leaf. (One of my professors will appreciate this description because her teenage daughter wants to die her hair red.)
Typical teenage angst…”I want to die!!! . . . my hair red.”