The hair fairy didn't whack her with her magical scrunchy

2002-01-31 8:41 a.m.

Simon got to sleep in this morning because he has an interview at nine. That means I got to blurrily make my way to the bus stop on my own. In order to get to the bus stop I have to cross a four lane high way. In an exhilirating attempt to jay walk in high heels in the dark I managed to get to the bus stop right as the bus driver was pulling away. I think he didn it on purpose. Bastard. So, I'm jumping up and down at the bus stop waving my fists and screaming obscenities as another bus pulls up. Normally the buses come every fifteen minutes, so now I feel like a dork for having a tantrum over missing a bus.

I sit down next to a clean cut business man thinking he should be safe to sit next to, he's reading a paper so I doubt he'll try to engage me in any witty banter. Upon sitting down and pulling out my book I suddenly catch a waft of voda. Absolut if I'm not mistaken. It's the business man. I look at him out of the corner of my eye without actually looking like I'm looking at him. I'm trying to determine if he's smells like alcohol because he was drinking all last night or if he had a little (a lotta) nudge in his morning coffee. How can anyone have alcohol for breakfast? If I did that I'd curled up under my desk napping. There's a reason happy hour doesn't start until 4 and there's a reason it's called happy hour and not snoozy hour.

Next a lady got on the bus and sat down on my other side. She was dressed very nice and professional but her hair was super freaky (yow). It looked like she had slathered on dippity do and wrapped her tresses around lincoln logs. She had half formed curls facing in all directions and a few pieces of hair that were lacquered straight up. She kept putting her hands up to her head and gently patting her hair, like she wanted to make sure that the wind hadn't mussed it up or perhaps she was hoping the hair fairy had come back and whacked her with her magical scrunchy.

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