The Long Journey Just To Get To My Fuckin' House

The BBQ Pit
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God, I fucking hate the winter sometimes. Especially the way the buses have habits of not fuckin’ coming.

I was waiting for the 44. It came in 15 minutes.

Think that’s the bad part? It most certainly isn’t.

The fucking bus BROKE DOWN, and I had to walk to the next stop. There, I waited for another 44 for thirty motherfucking minutes, until I just said “Fuck it” and left to take the 34.

The 34 was already there when I got to the stop. I went on it and got a seat.

Is that bad? Ohh, no. The bus took an hour and a fucking half to get to Jamaica. The scariest part of the ride? The fucking BUS DRIVER was praying and crossing himself before we went down the hill because it was so damned SLIPPERY that we would have skidded into the truck in front of us… If the driver was doing that, how the fuck were the passengers supposed to feel? Wow.

Then, I was waiting for the Q6 bus. Think the fucking bus would come? No.

When it finally DID come, (read: 30 minutes later), it was so full that people would fall out of the bus every time the driver opened the doors. Obviously, I didn’t get on it. There was no room.

Another one came. Would the bus at LEAST be not so crowded? Would Iscariot FINALLY get home?

No. She did not.

I couldn’t get on that one either, because it was too crowded. I thought the bus was going to explode because there were so many people in it. “Fuck it”, I said. (That seemed to be my catchphrase during this whole…debacle). I walked to the bus terminal (probably… hm. about four or five blocks, OzzFest blasting on my CD player to distract me from the cold.

Then, the wind started blowing. It seemed that with every surge of music, every crescendo, the wind and snow was following it directly and trying to freeze me.

Almost delirious from the cold, I walked on. My glasses flew off my face and landed in the snow. I became like Velma from Scooby-Doo and was looking for them for about three minutes. I found them.

The tears in my eyes froze up as I trudged along in the snow. Would this turn out like the Donner party? Would I go mad from the cold and eat my own arm?

I didn’t. I reached the bus terminal and said a silent prayer to God, Allah, Cthulhu, David Draiman, Syd Barrett, and David Gilmour.

The Q6 bus came, and I was on my way home.

Or WAS I? My mind kept drawing scenarios of the bus breaking down, the bus driving off cliffs, the driver escorting me out of it for no reason, things that I’d rather die than have happen to me at that moment.

In the snow (Kittie playing on the CD player), I walked. I opened the door and I knew I was home

And yet, I have to go back to school tomorrow. :smack:

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Pssst… This ain’t the grill room :wink:

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I wasn’t sure where it went. The beginning tasted of barbecue, but the end tasted mundane.

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Looks like a rant with appropriate complement of swears to me. Admittedly I didn’t read all the way to the end before replying.

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Nicely done! Now cheer up, you’ll be able to tell your kids what it was like to walk home from school in a blizzard.

Better luck tomorrow. All we had here was a six hour power outage due to wind and rain. Droll, when compaired to a confrontation with the frightful gods that rule the North.

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Obviously, you meant to start this thread in The BBQ Pit.

I’ll move it for you.

Cajun Man
for the SDMB

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Glad you’re home safely.Put some Floyd on to warm you up and climb into a big comfy bed :smiley:

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Same experience yesterday, in central Queens. Waited forty minutes for the bus, then tromped home through the blizzard a mile or so, carrying my full backpack, replete with laptop (which I could have left in the office if I’d known about the bus) and without scarf (which I did leave in the office.) Spent the late afternoon and evening in a toasty-warm bed.

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Home, home again
I like to be there when I can
When I come in cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Jamaica? Is that a street? Because otherwise I’m confused.

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Jamaica is a neighborhood in Queens.

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Yeah.

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With a very important train/bus station.

I’m over in Briarwood today. Bitch of a day. Weird thing was, I commute from Pleasantville… road was a bitch all the way till I got on the Whitestone. Then it was clearer than usual.

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Which is part of New York City.

You guys are beginning to make me feel guilty here in the Northwest. I remarked to my Dad that Georgia sees more snow than we do. This winter has been especially dry.

Sorry I can’t pass on some of our weather…

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You left out the barefoot part and the uphill-both-ways part. Otherwise, the profound emotion made up for general mundane nature of this rant.

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You can’t pass it on but you can describe it and make them jealous, this is after all, the pit. I’m also in the Northwest US and today was sunny and in the low 70’s. It’s been like this for the last couple of weeks now, gradually get warmer each day. The Trillium are having a spectacular year and the forest floor in my local park is littered with these three petaled flowers. Our region has greened up early this year and it seems like every flowering plant is trying to hurry up and bloom before our impending drought gets too severe. I broke out the t-shirts last week and by tomorrow I’ll be hunting up a pair of shorts.

Enjoy the snow!