I woke up in Burnaby

[Note to readers of my other, older blog: you may recognize this post as one I posted over two years ago, but I am going to be doing the odd reposting of posts I want here also. Since you've probably forgotten about it, here it is again, with a few edits.]

I saw a ceiling. I forgot where I was. I looked around and remembered I was at the university. But I forgot why. I looked at my watch, it was 8:30. For some reason I hopped right up and made a B-line for the bus stop without really noticing. I was still drunk.

I caught the bus as soon as I got there, and I almost fell over as I walked on. I laughed to the bus driver. I rode the bus to the loop and then headed to McDonald's. After stomaching breakfast I went back to the bus stop to wait for my bus. The bus was there and the driver was sitting inside. But it was 10 minutes before the bus was scheduled to leave so the driver decided to not let us on.

This irked me and an old man who was also waiting for the bus. We started talking about the weather. To be honest I couldn't understand half of what he said because I was still drunk and I think he was too.

We started talking about how nice it was that they let us wait outside when it's raining. And then we traded sarcasm about the seriousness of letting passengers on the bus too early. The old man started to get very impatient. He was staring intently at the driver, who was busy consuming her own McDonald's.

Finally she opened the doors, but the old man held me back from getting on and said to the driver "Wow. Wait. Are you sure we can get on? Is it really okay?"

He then boarded the bus behind me and we took separate seats. But turning to me one last time, he said,

"Cunts. Some have them. Some are them."