One, never read on the bus because it’s bad for your eyesight.
Two, reading a book on the bus will make you miss your bus stop. Or you don’t even realize that you’d gotten on the wrong bus in the first place!
Three, when you finally tear your eyes off the page to glance around, you realize that NONE of the buildings look familiar. As you stuff the book into your book bag, you ask the driver if he’s headed towards A and he yells back at you that the bus does not go to A at all. Then, he stops the bus and grumbles while you scramble down the stairs.
And find yourself at a busy intersection with no bus stop nearby.
And you can’t tell where you’re at because you’re in a foreign country, whose road signs you cannot read!
Before you panic, you call up your colleague who asks you the question you don’t know the answer to: “Where are you?”
Finally, you turn to the only other person around you, which is a guy who is busy cleaning his ear with his pinky. When you ask him where you’re at, he looks at you as if you’re the stupidest person on earth. Of course, you are because you are the only one around who can’t read the road signs.
Nobody can (or even will) come to your rescue so you muster all the grey cells you have (after all, you can read, right?) and walk in search of the closest bus stop. You find it and since you already know your coordinates, you can check if your stop is actually in the vicinity.
Hooray! It’s actually only 2 stops away. You triumphantly tell your colleague that you can (sniff!) find your way back on your own.
Unfortunately, you’re not in time, which means that you’re too late for your class. It’s cancelled and you will have to REPLACE it another day! Damn.
Now, you hate the book you’re reading even though you love it because you need to put in extra hours for being stupid enough to read it on the bus in the first place.
How’s that for a manic Monday? I still love the Bangles.