Just kidding. That was never on my bucket list.
Let’s discuss my priorities. For some reason, I am more thankful that that jerk didn’t know I had a camera than the fact that I am okay (minus a purple eye).
{what can I say? I really love my camera}
Still, I cried.
It sucked.
Well, my anxiety is kind of off the charts right now. And consequently, so is my stomach pain.
The bus ride home was the second longest ride of my life. First, the driver wouldn’t let me on the bus because I didn’t have an ID with me. I said, “but I was robbed and he took my wallet” and he said, “sorry, but that’s against the rules.”
So then I’m like, “but he took my wallet! What am I supposed to do?”
And he goes, “you don’t have any form of identification with you?”
Oh my God. No. He took my wallet. My IDs would be in my wallet, obviously. People are so stupid.
Whatever. I did end up getting on the bus.
And in case you were wondering, the (first) longest ride of my life was that time last year when Mike and I took a train from New York City to Vermont. The train broke down about eight times, give or take, and we met a highly intoxicated woman (both legal and illegal substances. She smoked up in the bathroom) from the Bronx – let’s call her D – who claimed her mother was the first female on America’s Most Wanted list.
I still have D’s phone number.
