July 25, 2011 at 9:17pm
Twice during
the short bus trip to Sheepshead Bay, I see
oncoming cars inexplicably swerve in front of us, and then return to
their own lane at the last moment. Approaching the station, as we inch forward in
traffic, a car stopped on a side street suddenly accelerates towards us,
as if the driver fully expected to be able to pass right through.
Jeez - what's with this Monday evening?
I get off to catch the subway, but part of me pretends I'm still on the bus. I muse: "...No need to panic. I turn around, and try to act casual as I check over my fellow passengers for the small, tell-tale signs, such as extra fingers, or mismatched socks..."
Jeez - what's with this Monday evening?
I get off to catch the subway, but part of me pretends I'm still on the bus. I muse: "...No need to panic. I turn around, and try to act casual as I check over my fellow passengers for the small, tell-tale signs, such as extra fingers, or mismatched socks..."
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