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You know how somethings go really unplanned-like? Like, you plan to do something one way, it all goes to hell, and though you get to the destination in the end (all be it much later than expected), you get a little more than you bargained for? Well, that is what happened to me this afternoon.
I had a final run-through of Don't Get Around Much Anymore after school today with the Gold Smith and it went to 4 o'clock. It was only supposed to go for a little while - ten or so minutes - but then the Drurinatrix came in and ... let's just say things took longer than expected. And this put the rest of the afternoon out of wack.
We finished at 4 and Sir had to leave. So, seeing as I had missed the 613, I decided to take the 413 home. Of course, the family that lives just in front of the bus stop was having a fight in the front yard, so I thought "I'll go to the next stop and give them privacy" thinking that the bus stil had 8 minutes to get there. It only took 3. So, as I was walking to the next stop, the 413 barrels past me and though I tried to run to catch it, my plan failed.
Forced to wait another 15 minutes, I decided I would go to the next stop after all. Waiting there, 3 smokers came along and stayed for a chat - how lovely, the filthy pigs. After a while, a fourth guy came along and sat next to me, though not on the bench, on the grassy ledge on my other side (I was sitting on the very edge of the bench trying to keep away from the smoke as much as possible). By this stage, there was one guy on his mobile standing at the actual bus-stop smoking, one guy who had rolled his own cigarette and was sitting on the far end of the bench, trying desperately to tell me his life story and light the damned cigarette consecutively, and this "fourth" guy on the ledge (the third had just passed through - and smoking - stopping to chat to the bench-guy).
This is where the story gets interesting.
The bench-guy, as I said, was trying desperately to tell me how he had a bladder infection, his wife left him because he was called into work too often, how there was something wrong with his leg and how he had an operation in a month (as well as how he came from the country and ran away from his mother ... yeah), and this other felow had just rocked up. Almost immediately, ledge-dude, all of 25 at most, tried to start a second conversation with me. At first I was relieved to have a reason to face away from all the smoke, but felt guilty about the rambling old bench-guy. Then, bench-guy got up and walked away - apparently he hadn't been waiting for the bus at all. How odd. That made the second conversation a little easier ... for a while at least.
Ledge-dude asked me what school I went to, what year I was in, and then how old I was. There was some space between each question, and a mention of the HSC starting tomorrow for Music (he said I didn't seem stressed, I told him I hide it well, he told me I must ... again, yeah), so it didn't seem too odd or anything. Then, most randomly, he said I was attractive, but "I bet you don't get told that very often". I told him "No, not really" and there was an awkward silence ... then he just came right out and asked my if I were gay or bi by any chance (no pun intended). Of course, I told him no. Then he mentioned something about having to ask about my age (he mentioned he thought I might be 16), as, if I were too young, it would be harrassment ... another awkward moment ensued, and then he told me "Good luck for tomorrow. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. ..." etc (it was like he was stuttering an entire sentence, not just a single sound), and got up and left. Apparently, there were only two people out of five who wanted to catch the 413. How very odd.
Then I met up with two guys from Physics on the 413. I told them nothing of my encounter. It is quite difficult to bring up such an event when they are speaking about how I don't have a thyroid, but that that gives me anti-gravity abilities - "that's why you can fly".
Friends, buses, teachers, flying and flirting.
Full day, I say.
I had a final run-through of Don't Get Around Much Anymore after school today with the Gold Smith and it went to 4 o'clock. It was only supposed to go for a little while - ten or so minutes - but then the Drurinatrix came in and ... let's just say things took longer than expected. And this put the rest of the afternoon out of wack.
We finished at 4 and Sir had to leave. So, seeing as I had missed the 613, I decided to take the 413 home. Of course, the family that lives just in front of the bus stop was having a fight in the front yard, so I thought "I'll go to the next stop and give them privacy" thinking that the bus stil had 8 minutes to get there. It only took 3. So, as I was walking to the next stop, the 413 barrels past me and though I tried to run to catch it, my plan failed.
Forced to wait another 15 minutes, I decided I would go to the next stop after all. Waiting there, 3 smokers came along and stayed for a chat - how lovely, the filthy pigs. After a while, a fourth guy came along and sat next to me, though not on the bench, on the grassy ledge on my other side (I was sitting on the very edge of the bench trying to keep away from the smoke as much as possible). By this stage, there was one guy on his mobile standing at the actual bus-stop smoking, one guy who had rolled his own cigarette and was sitting on the far end of the bench, trying desperately to tell me his life story and light the damned cigarette consecutively, and this "fourth" guy on the ledge (the third had just passed through - and smoking - stopping to chat to the bench-guy).
This is where the story gets interesting.
The bench-guy, as I said, was trying desperately to tell me how he had a bladder infection, his wife left him because he was called into work too often, how there was something wrong with his leg and how he had an operation in a month (as well as how he came from the country and ran away from his mother ... yeah), and this other felow had just rocked up. Almost immediately, ledge-dude, all of 25 at most, tried to start a second conversation with me. At first I was relieved to have a reason to face away from all the smoke, but felt guilty about the rambling old bench-guy. Then, bench-guy got up and walked away - apparently he hadn't been waiting for the bus at all. How odd. That made the second conversation a little easier ... for a while at least.
Ledge-dude asked me what school I went to, what year I was in, and then how old I was. There was some space between each question, and a mention of the HSC starting tomorrow for Music (he said I didn't seem stressed, I told him I hide it well, he told me I must ... again, yeah), so it didn't seem too odd or anything. Then, most randomly, he said I was attractive, but "I bet you don't get told that very often". I told him "No, not really" and there was an awkward silence ... then he just came right out and asked my if I were gay or bi by any chance (no pun intended). Of course, I told him no. Then he mentioned something about having to ask about my age (he mentioned he thought I might be 16), as, if I were too young, it would be harrassment ... another awkward moment ensued, and then he told me "Good luck for tomorrow. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. ..." etc (it was like he was stuttering an entire sentence, not just a single sound), and got up and left. Apparently, there were only two people out of five who wanted to catch the 413. How very odd.
Then I met up with two guys from Physics on the 413. I told them nothing of my encounter. It is quite difficult to bring up such an event when they are speaking about how I don't have a thyroid, but that that gives me anti-gravity abilities - "that's why you can fly".
Friends, buses, teachers, flying and flirting.
Full day, I say.
