Writer's Block: On the Bus
Jan. 10th, 2009 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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One hot summer day, as I was riding the bus home from Lowell, a woman sitting in back of me was holding a Styrofoam coffeecup of what appeared to be ice water in her lap. The bus hit a bump and the cup went flying, hit the floor and spattered the contents all over my thankfully sandalled feet. Then I realized I could smell the distinct reek of grain alcohol coming from the puddle. The driver called back, "Hey, what was that spill?" The woman replied, a little too quickly, "Oh, it's just ice water." I got up to put some distance between the puddle and I, and in so doing, I went and sat right behind the driver. At a stoplight, I leaned over and said to him, "Are they selling vodka-scented ice water now? Either that or it's water with an awfully high grain alcohol content." Which got a laugh from the bus driver.
One hot summer day, as I was riding the bus home from Lowell, a woman sitting in back of me was holding a Styrofoam coffeecup of what appeared to be ice water in her lap. The bus hit a bump and the cup went flying, hit the floor and spattered the contents all over my thankfully sandalled feet. Then I realized I could smell the distinct reek of grain alcohol coming from the puddle. The driver called back, "Hey, what was that spill?" The woman replied, a little too quickly, "Oh, it's just ice water." I got up to put some distance between the puddle and I, and in so doing, I went and sat right behind the driver. At a stoplight, I leaned over and said to him, "Are they selling vodka-scented ice water now? Either that or it's water with an awfully high grain alcohol content." Which got a laugh from the bus driver.