Hi Everyone,
I thought I would start a prompt for me fellow blogger friends…The Prompt as the title states is “at the bus stop”…Perhaps you wants to write about where it is? What season is it ? Middle of summer or winter? Does this bus stop have a history? Is it your first time taking the bus? Did you meet someone interesting? Anything goes…Hope to read some great posts! You can write it in the comment section or link it back to this post 🙂 Happy Friday Everyone!
~Neha
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June 27, 2014 at 9:16 am
Sounds intriguing and fun. Let’s go!
June 27, 2014 at 9:18 am
Thanks, Hope to see some nice stories 🙂
June 27, 2014 at 10:38 am
Back in the early 70s I was a sophomore in high school, had to ride a Detroit, MI City bus to and from my high school. Waiting to transfer at the second stop, I decided to buy a newspaper. Dead of winter and I am wearing a long, heavy coat which as the door on the paper box is closing, gets caught in the paper box. I am tugging, cussing, tugging, crying and the tears are freezing to my chubby cheeks and as I look up, I see MY BUS heading for the bus stop. I am trying to walk away, hoping that the force of my body weight will at least rip the coat (it seemed more logical to risk the punishment from my mother for ruining my coat than to miss the bus and end up freezing to death on the street corner) A stranger happened by, offered to try to buy another paper hoping that by inserting more money into it the door would pop open. No luck and here comes the bus. The stranger instructed me to close my eyes. I hear the bus stop and just as the driver cranked the handle that caused the door to open, I felt myself being freed from the jaws of the hungry paper box. Crying out over and over again my gratitude I rushed to the bus and didn’t even realize until I looked back out of the window at the mangled paper box that the stranger has pretty much removed the door of the box and my coat (thick, heavy woolen wrap that it was) sported a wee set of vampire teeth marks, barely visible to any eye save that of a mother. Whew, perhaps next time I will recant the tale of the prosperous pay phone (same bus stop, different day).
June 27, 2014 at 10:50 am
aww that must have been quite traumatic at the moment! I was going through the sense of panic with you as I read your story and bless that nice stranger who helped you! And yes, very few things gets unnoticed by a mother’s eye 🙂 Glad you caught your bus though! Thanks for sharing 🙂 xo
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June 27, 2014 at 6:15 pm
Far away from me in the city!!! 🙂
June 27, 2014 at 7:40 pm
aww ok 🙂
June 28, 2014 at 2:59 pm
It’s a happy far away. Close by is a farm where they have gorgeous Charlois and Angus cows and surprisingly, several burros out grazing and soaking up the sun. Earlier there were calves. Now they are bigger and frisk around.
June 28, 2014 at 6:24 pm
aah ok that is good then 🙂
June 28, 2014 at 6:42 pm
It is good. I don’t think they use the the cattle because the herd gets bigger, instead of smaller every year. The cute little burros were rescued and they love to play out in that big field and graze. it is a happy thing to pass by and see them all in such a lovely big place with plenty to eat and drink and being cared for. I pass by daily going to and fro. They always make me smile.
June 28, 2014 at 7:40 pm
aww I am glad 🙂
June 30, 2014 at 7:16 am
An interesting idea. I don’t have time for it right now, but I’ll keep it in mind and link back if I do it. 🙂
June 30, 2014 at 9:44 am
Perfect, thanks! : )