Us urbanites (as we like to be called) are often caught riding the bus or public transportation to the core of the city because its efficient (avoiding jammed lanes and parking gouges in distant lots). In these journeys there is often a fascinating juxtaposition of the transportation convenient with the transpiration dependent (basically a bifurcation of economic strata). This always makes for interesting conversations overheard. I must say the dependent clientele of Metro Bus is far more vocal about their personal lives. The conversation...
(19ish something girl on a cell phone)
"so mom, I was talking to Brian about what our honeymoon would be like, and...."
(pause)
"no mom....he didn't ask me to marry him"
(pause)
"no I'm not pregnant"
(pause)
"mom"
(pause, pause)
"mom, sure we discussed getting married, but..."
(pause)
"no...we were just thinking about the honey moon...and"
(pause)
"no, mom...we were just discussing the honey moon and that he would bring xbox and be playing it non stop as I laid out on the beach."
What would we do without xbox?
mmmmmm.
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Muddled is a disordered condition or aimless manner, Muse is derrived from the Greek goddess of memory and mother of the Muses and the Greek noun for “memory." So herein lies my disordered memory and aimless thinking. Enjoy.
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