Are we there yet?

Somewhere between making His shelves up and waking up with the migraine from hell the other day, one has managed to misplace yet another nose stud. The trouble is that the only type that seem to fit are the pig tail style and the only place that sells them around here is in the city...

So off we went... by bus. 

Now that method was chosen because it is too expensive to park in the city and park and ride is time consuming. By the time you have driven to the train station and actually found a park, then walked back to the train station and waited for it... you get the idea. Besides there's a bus that leaves at the end of the street and is there in an hour according to the time table.  

Mutters though one does find that hard to believe during peak hour... 

Anyway one does digress from what turned out to be an interesting morning.

First there was His cry of delight at the prospect of being on a bus...

I have lived here all my life... we are car people damn it!

It seems that the partner in crime is not only something of a transport snob, but hasn't been on a bus since attaining His licence.

Then there was the small matter of not understanding seating etiquette...

One small slave hopped in a seat and He plopped down, squishing one firmly up against the window. Subtly suggesting that the bus was empty and He might enjoy a seat of his own was met with claims of rejecting his presence. The man generates heat like a blast furnace and the driver had the heater on... it was like a trial run for menopause :(

Next there was the future planning stage...

As we went past His work he commented that one could meet him from work if needed. Apparently it is OK to condemn one to public transport that is unsuitable for Himself.

Then we entered the whining stage...

Do you know this is the longest bus ride I have been on that didn't take me out of state?

Does this go straight home?

I feel slightly sick...

Yeah it might be fast and it might be convenient, but one does feel that it might be the last time we take that bus... together at any rate. Not only did the whole not being behind the drivers wheel seem to make Him nervous and twitchy, but he managed to regress faster than in the hands of a skilled psychoanalyst. The only thing missing was the bargaining stage. Oh wait...

That was covered by the "we are going to do park and ride next time" declaration.

Sighs silly slave...