March 28, 2005
Of knitted hats and bus drivers
I finished my hat! It is my first official knitted hat, and I do love it. I made this little pom-pom for the top while I was on the bus, but just like that time I made fringe on the bus, it turns out the only thing I had for winding some yarn into a somewhat pom-pom shape was a pack of cigarettes and that seems wrong. But hey, it worked. Then I liked my pom-pom so much all loopy like that that I decided not to cut it and make it fluffy, so it's sort of a flower pom pom, which may be dorky, but hello! How much dorkier can you get than having a pom pom on your hand-knitted pink hat anyway?
But let's get to the part about the bus. Last time I wrote about the bus I believe I was being dumped. This is a better story.
Usually I take the bus around 7 a.m. each morning. Everyone at the park n' ride is just a working schmoe like your Aunt Purl, and we all stand politely in a single-file line and wait for the bus and we see each other every morning but we all have the good sense God gave us to act like we don't know each other because the last time you want to be friendly is at 7 a.m. on the bus.
This morning I missed the 7 a.m. bus due in part to some exploration of fine California wines last night and I just barely squeaked in for the 8 a.m. bus. As we all stood there in a nice, polite, single-file line I noticed that everyone waiting was female. Every last person. Usually there's half men, half women, a few kids on their way to the magnet schools downtown.
This morning there were at least 25 women all standing there with lipstick on and hair done up, each looking way more awake than the 7 a.m. crowd on their best day. "Wow," I thought to myself. "Who knew what a difference an hour could make in your getup?
Then the bus came. The door opened and suddenly it all became clear when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a ridiculously hot bus driver of, like, 22 years.
Now. I was just as surprised as you to discover that there is a smokin' hot bus driver on this whole planet. All I can think of when I think "bus driver" is Large Marge from the Pee Wee Herman movie. But this boy is adorable and there was a whole gaggle of women old enough to be his mother waiting in line to ride his bus to work. If you know what I mean. And I'm sure you do.
So, obviously, I've got to switch to the 8 a.m. bus. Even though this gets me into downtown perilously around the 9 a.m. mark, which is a little late to arrive at the office in the exciting world of high finance. But you know it's just for that extra hour of sleep. I swear it has nothing to do with anyone and their big, studly arms or their cute adorable dimples.
More pictures of my hat now. Because all I can think of are adorable dimples, and that will never do. Hat. Think "hat."
Posted by laurie at March 28, 2005 8:17 AM