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I'm the type of guy that would run for my life to catch the bus when I can call someone to drive me home which would take the same amount of time, if not less.
Because that's precisely what I did after tennis tryouts today.
I was planning on calling my mom to come pick me up. It was 5:18 PM, 3 minutes after when the final late bus is supposed to come. Actually, this one is really the PENultimate, because THE ultimate late bus is scheduled at 6:00 PM. But I neither wanted to wait another half hour, nor deal with a bus and driver I've most likely never seen before. Not today, after the tiring tryouts (20% physical exhaustion from playing, 80% from waiting and stressing pre-game).
Then, I saw a familiar entity. My bus, the most distinctive from its number 1069 and the seasonally changing decorations on the windows, was pulling in. I was at least 400 meters away from the bus stop, which I could tell from running track in the winter but not in customary terms, and I decided abruptly to RUN. It's gotta have something to do with my do-it-yourself habit, which I mentioned before. I don't like to ask others to do something if I have the ability to do it, ignoring everything that could be saved by doing so - time, energy, risk of injury, among others. When I arrived in front of the bus and saw the doors closed, I was in a sudden panic for a moment. Luckily two jolly comrades were ahead of me and effectively persuaded Peggy to open the doors.
Peggy's been driving me for 4 years. Since 6th grade! Before I even stepped foot in middle school! If there's one person who will stay in touch with you throughout your entire academic career, it won't be a teacher - more likely a bus driver. The old lady had good-mornin'd and good-by'd me every single day and afternoon for the 3 years I was in middle school. Now she's no longer my regular driver, but still occasionally helped me when I'm stuck at school late. Now when I get off, I get a "be careful", which might have a significant meaning I'm not sure. Anyway, I ran faster than I would've racing back in the track days and showed up panting hard. I caught the bus. I did it.
Only later, I evaluated my choice. My legs were cramped up from the jolting, and they hurt as if I ran a race without stretching, which is basically what I did, something my coach would never allow and I shouldn't have allowed either. But I saved my mom's time and energy, at my own expense. Worth it. Dat feel good.
Because that's precisely what I did after tennis tryouts today.
I was planning on calling my mom to come pick me up. It was 5:18 PM, 3 minutes after when the final late bus is supposed to come. Actually, this one is really the PENultimate, because THE ultimate late bus is scheduled at 6:00 PM. But I neither wanted to wait another half hour, nor deal with a bus and driver I've most likely never seen before. Not today, after the tiring tryouts (20% physical exhaustion from playing, 80% from waiting and stressing pre-game).
Then, I saw a familiar entity. My bus, the most distinctive from its number 1069 and the seasonally changing decorations on the windows, was pulling in. I was at least 400 meters away from the bus stop, which I could tell from running track in the winter but not in customary terms, and I decided abruptly to RUN. It's gotta have something to do with my do-it-yourself habit, which I mentioned before. I don't like to ask others to do something if I have the ability to do it, ignoring everything that could be saved by doing so - time, energy, risk of injury, among others. When I arrived in front of the bus and saw the doors closed, I was in a sudden panic for a moment. Luckily two jolly comrades were ahead of me and effectively persuaded Peggy to open the doors.
Peggy's been driving me for 4 years. Since 6th grade! Before I even stepped foot in middle school! If there's one person who will stay in touch with you throughout your entire academic career, it won't be a teacher - more likely a bus driver. The old lady had good-mornin'd and good-by'd me every single day and afternoon for the 3 years I was in middle school. Now she's no longer my regular driver, but still occasionally helped me when I'm stuck at school late. Now when I get off, I get a "be careful", which might have a significant meaning I'm not sure. Anyway, I ran faster than I would've racing back in the track days and showed up panting hard. I caught the bus. I did it.
Only later, I evaluated my choice. My legs were cramped up from the jolting, and they hurt as if I ran a race without stretching, which is basically what I did, something my coach would never allow and I shouldn't have allowed either. But I saved my mom's time and energy, at my own expense. Worth it. Dat feel good.
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