five thousand shades of blue
Monday, September 17, 2001
Take my word for it that it is a bad idea for bus drivers to step on the gas and lurch their behemoth vehicles forward before their passengers are seated, especially at 6:30 in the morning, when the ground is dewy and damp. The ground moved under my feet despite the rubber soles of my shoes, and as I landed with a thud onto the ground, I likely sounded like I had possibly broken every bone in my body. I don't clearly remember anything but my voice issuing out of me. The worst part at first was not being able to breathe (wind knocked out of me), and as fellow passengers helped me into a seat, and the bus driver asked another passenger to hand me a pad and paper to write down my address and phone number. The names and contact info for witnesses was also taken down (per the driver's request).
After a weekend -- no, four days -- of working long hours, a day ahead of me of job searching and , and working on a newsletter that , this is not what I needed.
is
this just not enough…?
