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Complaint: Yesterday I rode the bus to school (not really significant). And I was feeling very proud of myself for managing to push the request stop button at the right time when I realized that the bus was not, in fact, stopping. I wasn't too worried. So I pressed it again. Still nothing. So I asked the driver to stop. He ignored me. By this time I had absolutely no hope of walking back to school in time to take my test, but I figured that it would be a good idea not to end up so far away that I never found my way home again, so I kept annoying the bus driver, who kept ignoring me. I began to wonder if he was deaf.

I contemplated trying to communicate in American Sign Language, but discarded the idea given that the only phrase I know is "I want your cookie" which isn't really similar to "Stop this bus and let me out before I get desperate enough to murder you and seize control of the steering wheel". As I was standing at the front of the bus looking disgruntled, it slowly ground to a halt. My mind was immediately filled with horrible images of a grisly pile of bodies by the road and a newspaper report about a serial killer who killed a bus driver and then used the bus to lure new victims into his clutches, parking the bus in the middle of nowhere to perform the murders. And then someone behind me said "He's out of gas". That seemed a slightly more reasonable explanation, but given everything I still felt like I was in the Zone Where Normal Things Don't Happen Very Often. As I tried to take cover from a possible hail of bullets, the driver stepped on what I assume was the gas pedal, which made a clanky noise, but didn't do much else. And then the doors slid open silently save...well, a noise like bus doors opening. And all this time the driver said nothing.

I noticed not everyone on the bus was getting off, but some people were, and I was going to be one of them, because I didn't like the idea of staying in a bus with a serial killer any longer than was necessary. So I got off and walked to the nearest point of semi-civilization, namely a bowling alley with a sign in faded paint. I noticed I had my cell phone. It struck me that calling someone and asking them to give me a ride would be a better option than walking 20 miles back to my school. Given that nobody else responded, I resorted to asking my friend's mother, who said she'd pick me up soon. So I waited around for a while. Someone came out of the bowling alley and glared at me, which I took to mean "Get out of here or the serial killer bus driver will be the least of your problems". So I moved to a bench where he couldn't see me from the cash register. Problem solved. I spent my extra time wondering why on earth they would hire a bus driver who was deaf and didn't know how much gas he needed.

Eventually, my friend's mother got to the bowling alley. She was on the point of asking me about my grades when her cell phone rang. Her husband had been in a car accident, and he wanted to know if she could pick him up. After hastily dropping me off at school (with a real excuse for being late for the first time in my life) presumably she went to get him. Oh, and my teacher said that if I didn't fail this test it would be practically a miracle.

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Complaint# 2: I had to walk to the bus stop in a lightning storm and walk home from another bus stop through a forest in the same lightning storm, which decided to follow me. It was slightly nerve wracking. But I was comforted by the knowledge that more than half of people struck by lightning survive. I was less comforted by frequent crashes of branches breaking off nearby. By the time I got to my friend's house (closer than mine) there was absolutely no way I could have been any wetter. And now my textbook's all soggy.

Complaint #3: I had a test yesterday. I have a test tomorrow on the unit we covered for a grand total of two days. I don't know why my teacher thinks I can handle this. After all, I was dumb enough to sign up for a full year's Honors Chemistry course except in only six weeks.

This post has been edited by Mirithorn: 12 July 2006 - 08:20 AM

That reminds me of one of the films from Nightmare on Elm Street at the end when Krugar took over the bus. They could be doing that to economise on their savings. Still that sounds awful to be ignored by someone that appears to be an ignora. I mean an ignora as in a person that is not well aware.

I don't like birthdays, it is a reminder that I am not getting any younger.

All they do is sugar coat it with cakes and after the cake is gone it is over until next year so I am might as well not have the cake.

I got this from a pattern I saw in calenders.

Right I have an experiment:

Look at a day on your calender and search the years for the same day. Then calculate how many years.

I get:

6
11
6
5

Now then look at a day and forward to 28 years later. 14 years later seems to follow a pattern that the days stop following sequence for a while.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 12 July 2006 - 09:46 AM

I had a bus driver sort of like that once -

every day for about two weeks he'd drive right past our stop, and he'd only stop after we had run after him for a while and he'd be all like, 'whoops, sorry.'

complaint: I gave blood yesterday, and not only did I get really dehydrated after, but before, when I was giving the nurse all my info, I gave her my date of birth, she entered it into the computer, and then stared at it for a while....

....before laughing and saying, 'you look about twelve.'

'twelve?!'

'twelve.'

kthx

Good thing abour beards, people seem to show more respect to them. I see a lot of belitting going on for younger people unless they are not male most of the time. I mean for people who do not know others.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 12 July 2006 - 10:13 AM

That's it Emu, you need a beard!!

I thought about getting one, once, but I hear they're itchy...


You should have told him you wanted his cookie....

I dunno, given what we already know about him, he might have taken that COMPLETELY the wrong way... Oh baby, I want your cooky...

You people are scary, you know that?

Genious!! We may have stumbled upon the best pick-up line in the world!!!


no...?

Well if the beard is long enough that you look like a terrorist, there are some advantages and disadvantages. All means well because if someone with a long beard is accused of being a terrorist they may be entitled to compensation after proving who they are depending on how brutal they were treated. I can't see it happening like that unless they had points to prove.

On the other hand people can take the long bearded people seriously if they think of them as terrorists by behaving in such a way.



I am getting a hint here. Do you mean me?
Many people have sides. Sides that can be seen and sides that cannot. Some are judged by the sides that are visible.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 12 July 2006 - 03:51 PM

I'm pretty sure if Emu had a long beard, people wouldn't treat her bad...

Deep: Spoon doesn't want your cookie, she wants the creepy bus driver's cookie...

This post has been edited by Dorothy: 12 July 2006 - 03:52 PM

Aahh, so you are trying to pick me up or use a handler on me?
Sounds manipulative.



Just to be clear, I mean't for men with long beards that is in a shape of a mini bush.


I am feeling a bit guilty from yestarday for evicting a family of spiders from underneath a stereo cabinet.

I use kill them at one time and now I don't but now I evict them.

I took the cabinet outside with two large ones, two medium size and one tiny one. I used a paper to throw them on the grass but they kept on running back into the cabinet until I removed the cobwebs.

It appeared like nothing important to me at first but now I know it is for them.



Dorothy - I have a nick name for you. Want to hear it?

It is nothing offensive and thought of it from some time ago for that name but I think it goes well for you.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 12 July 2006 - 04:08 PM

Perfect! I have a complaint about spiders, now that you bring it up...

Complaint # Usually brave am I...
The other day I was getting into my car and I looked at the antennae topper (I have a Camry, so the antennae goes back over the driver's door) which is Jack Skellington's head, and I noticed that his eyes were webbed over and that there was a spider in one of his eye sockets. I freaked out a little (a lot). I usually can handle spiders, but not this time... it was weird.

Apparently, that's kinda the point...

What is it? Should I be afraid?

better?

(I grew a handlebar moustache as well for extra styling-ness.)

This post has been edited by Emu: 12 July 2006 - 04:22 PM

Well I have many who think my house is their home. The shed is full of them. I used a hoover to pick them off the wall at one point. Now I use paper and cups to put them outside.



I am feeling a bit of an opposition now. Well I could go one way or the other but remember people can take it many ways as they may have points to prove to them.



No, I think of your name as Dogthy. A Dog Thing or Dog Thingy.


Emu - Moustache, except for the hair, what are you trying to be, Hitler?
It looks a bit like vampire teeth to me.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 12 July 2006 - 04:29 PM

Emu: Much better... you look positively 16!


Deep: ... Dogthy? ...?

This post has been edited by Dorothy: 12 July 2006 - 04:25 PM