A Little Humor (Free Entry)

While talking to my mother, I came to a wild realization. Relationships are like bus rides. We ride them to the end of the line, and then we get off and wait for the next one. One can easily become frustrated while waiting. Equally as easily, one might long for a repetition of the previous rout. Some routs are longer and bumpier than others. Greyhounds are like rebounds. Some are cleaner, quieter, and run smoother than the rest, and some run all the way to your final destination. My aunt rode the Chinatown bus from Boston to New York once. It sounded similar to a one night stand, and similarly, the faint heart should not participate. A ten dollar ticket takes you across the east coast. Depending on who is driving, you are not guaranteed to make it out alive. In fact, during the ride, one might regret their decision to board and long to be in a New York cab. Lastly, there is the party bus. Usually a nice time and sometimes ridden with those one actually cares for, the passengers tend to feel relief and comfort upon returning home. Most people eventually tire of riding the bus, especially if they take the same road to the same disappointing destination daily. After careful consideration, test driving, and self evaluation, they purchase and care for a car of their own.