Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Speaking of the shortbus
I used to ride one. I can see all those looks of sudden insight, “It all makes sense now!” 
Well phooey on you. Yes I was a shortbus rider. In kindergarten. Maybe even first grade too. No I did not drool nor did I wear a helmet, thank you very much.
My parents, for some weirdo unknown reason, decided to move to some little mountain town for a couple years. There weren’t any beautiful forests or deer or anything. It was incredibly dry and rocky. Our neighborhood didn’t even have paved roads yet! The postal service didn’t even think it was worth going into the neighborhood. All the mailboxes were lined up at the entrance of the dirt road. This also served as the bus stop where the school kids stood around. There were about 3 of us. No sense in sending a real bus through the treacherous winding roads to get there, a shortbus was plenty.
So yeah, it wasn’t that kind of a shortbus. It was a short school bus. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it! Now go visit my renter before I put YOU on a shortbus!
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