And etc…

I rode Cyride for about an hour to get home today. No, I was not just gallivanting around town, enjoying the breeze from an open window. I was sitting and waiting for an invisible train. Yes, an invisible train. Or rather, a railroad crossing that was convinced an invisible train was traveling the tracks. A really, really, really long invisible train.

Eventually, Mr. Bus Driver called a short bus (after he tried to fix the crossing himself, of course. If he had had duct tape, I’m pretty sure it’d be fixed by now). So we all filed out onto the uneven terrain that is the side of Bloomington Rd and traversed to the short bus. I promptly fell to the ground. Not in praise, but because my sandals are apparently not made for uneven terrain. I’m sure it was quite amusing for the other stranded Bloomington drivers, being that I was wearing a skirt. However, I remain unbroken, and more importantly, Shiny, my iPod, survived unscathed.

After a brief but somewhat out-of-the-way jaunt on an extremely packed short bus (shower, please), I am finally home.

I hope those invisible train passengers get where they’re going sooner than I did. Maybe next time I’ll just hop on that invisi-train. It moves so fast it cannot be seen by the naked eye.