Showing posts with label bus stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus stories. Show all posts

Sunday, September 4, 2011

I Didn't Die On The Bus

Rest assured, I didn't die on the bus. My apologies for not updating you sooner. I know some of you were waiting by blogger day and night to hear my update. I'm happy to report I am safe and sound and the trip to school and then to work went rather spectacularly as public transportation usually does. I look forward to the great amounts of time I'll be spending with the bus in the coming months. I'm sure there are great stories in store for us.

Anyway, when I wasn't being an awesome bus rider this weekend, I was mostly just editing the thousands upon thousands of pictures I have from weddings in August. I know, I know, the glamourous life of the photographer is making you all too jealous so I'll spare you the details.

peace,
k.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

With Dangers Untold and Hardships Unnumbered

Dear Blog Readers and/or Stalkers,

Today I'm about to embark on a great journey, and I there is a very good chance I may not return. I have taken all the proper precautions to prepare myself for this experience, but sometimes, even the most prepared will fall. 

(Read dramatically wistful pause here)

Today is the day I am going to ride the UTA bus system from my house, to school, to work, and then (wait for it) back to my house again.

(More wistful pausings, probably with some sort of poignant head tilt)

No, no. Do not weep for me, dear ones. For with a pending Namibian trip-of-a-freaking-lifetime in my future, we all must make sacrifices to save the Washingtons. Yes, even in the face of sheer danger, we press on. Never mind my mastery of public transportation in China, New York, London, Paris, Germany, Prague, and even Uganda (which mostly consists of hitching a ride on the back of a ghetto mo-ped), I fear the UTA bus system might be an unbeatable beast. It is the windmill to my Quixote.

The time is almost present, so I must go now and prepare for what may be my final departure. If this is the last you hear from me... go forth with awesomeness. 

Always Neurotically Yours,
Robot Banjo

P.S. FOR REALSIES, GUYS. THE UTAH BUS IS SCARY. I'M FREAKING OUT.