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Bus Story: A Singular Focus

June 20, 2011

Here we are. Monday. Scrubbed, shaved, plucked, pressed, coiffed, dressed, and on our collective journey. It is likely because I am noticing the carefully trimmed sideburns and the delicately woven up-dos, that one of the last passengers before we head downtown stands out. Only if the bus had pulled up alongside his bed, could he have been more disheveled. I don’t know how he made it to the bus stop, as he was clearly fast asleep not a minute before we arrived. He’s got a briefcase and, other than his rumpleocity, he’s a typical rider. In contrast to the clothes he either slept in or grabbed from the bottom of his hamper, his shoes are right smart. And really shiny. Somewhere in my head, I picture him up all night shining his shoes because someone told him that it makes a good impression. “A” for effort, RumpleMeister, but it’s kinda the whole picture that needs attention. And set your alarm a wee bit earlier.


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