#97 Leave The House aka On A Bus

Headed home. Typing w/ my thumb. Totally squished. Have already used the line "hey, I don’t get any smaller". Up early. Can’t sleep. Ipod at home. No room to knit without poking my seatmate (and he got here first).

It’s a 5 hour trip on the express bus and I’m working really hard not to think of all the cool destinations a 5 hour investment in plane travel could take me. At least I have my cell phone to keep me warm.

I love traveling.

Alexa Clark

Alexa is a digital marketer and author with over 20 years in digital & interactive communications in the food and tech industries. Alexa's CheapEats Restaurant Guides, for both Toronto & Ottawa, were Canadian best sellers. She is a recognized authority on social media and has been named one of Canada's 20 Leading Women in Social Media.

2 thoughts on “#97 Leave The House aka On A Bus

  • November 22, 2006 at 7:03 am

    So I’m thinking stabbing the seatmate with a knitting needle is probably out of the question then? 😉 I’m trying to visit as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can and I thought I’d say hi, I liked your blog.. 🙂 And totally with you on the lunch thing, it’s your blog and you can post pictures of your lunch if you want to, regardless of what some book says! 😉
    (I took a photo of mine the other day, determined to rebel, but never got around to posting it yet, you’re inspiring me.. maybe tomorrow. 🙂 )

  • November 22, 2006 at 12:44 pm

    Snoskred – thanks for dropping by and commenting. I considered poking my seatmate with the needles, but that whole he-got-there-first thing already had me feeling sympathy for the poor guy. There were other seats I could have chosen:

    • the one beside the guy who smelled like roasted corn & curry;
    • or the guy whose feet smelled up the back 1/2 of the bus;
    • or the woman whose giggle came from another dimension and should have stayed there;
    • or the girl who twitched;
    • or near the couple who smelled like week old booze sweat.

    Oh I picked the right seat and I wasn’t going to cause any trouble with the silent, slim and slightly sad boy I sat beside.
    re: lunch – bring it on! We wanna know.


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