Just a Story

Interesting things rarely happen to me. Yay! This means that 1) I'm the most interesting thing in my life, and 2) less anxiety. I mean, there was that one time, the Static Cling Fiasco, and then the classic Bus Stop Slush Splash.

But today was funny.

So, it's April. Forecast said rain, but mostly we just had wind. Lots of wind. The sky was a brilliant blue for most of the morning, and then the dust filled the air so you couldn't see the sky. The world turned sepia.

I have been trying to master a crochet pattern for a service project at the end of the month, so when I finished work I climbed straight to the enclosed bus stop (end of the line) and pulled out my yarn.

I had just finished a few rounds when the bus pulled up, so I tucked my project in my bag and walked a dozen yards or so to the bus. I tapped my pass on the pad, walked to the back of the bus, and sat down. Then I noticed the oddest thing. My yarn must have snagged somewhere, because it stretched the entire length of the bus. The bus driver noticed at the same time I did. I stood up and started gathering the yarn as I followed its trail.

"Where did I drop it?"

"I'm not sure," the bus driver said, laughing. That was bad news. It meant she couldn't see it. I kept gathering string, walking slowly forward, back out the bus door, and finally spotted my nearly spent skein in the grass. The driver and I were both laughing when I returned to my seat.

Anyway, it was funny. And when the sky was done being brown, it started to snow. Happy April.