1) There is a...diverse (I'm trying my best to be PC here) group of people who ride the bus, hence me being about to have multiple different blogs under the heading of 'bus stop adventures'.
2) Most the time, I am riding with one of my friends from class because we all have the same classes at the same time.
However, the ONE TIME I encounter a 'bump-it' in real life, no one else is there to experience it in all it's glory with me. Unfortunately I couldn't manage to get a picture without someone being like...srsly? did that girl who is wearing a pharmacy school badge just take a picture of that poor girls bump-it? and is she going to be my pharmacist? Yes. I am .
Fortunately, I like to think that I am a pretty descriptive writer, and will describe it to you in a poem format. But first, here is a picture of what a 'bump-it' actually is for those of you who don't know:
Yes, it is a piece of plastic that you stick on the top of your head to make a bump...because someone said it was cool. That someone was obviously not me. Word to the wise: like most things, it is never as good as it seems on the cover or TV. But anyway...on with the poem:It was a warm October day
I was waiting for the bus
When I saw you
I almost made a fuss
The outfit was cute
But the hair was a mess
Oh, I must confess
I almost mistook the bump-it for a rats nest
For the duration of the ride
I avoided the hive
But my stares I simply could not hide
At least I didn't laugh
Out loud, I don't think
But I am sure, My face and yours
Were both turning bright pink
I was waiting for the bus
When I saw you
I almost made a fuss
The outfit was cute
But the hair was a mess
Oh, I must confess
I almost mistook the bump-it for a rats nest
For the duration of the ride
I avoided the hive
But my stares I simply could not hide
At least I didn't laugh
Out loud, I don't think
But I am sure, My face and yours
Were both turning bright pink
That's right...I did just write a poem about a bump it. Wonder what fun things I will see on the bus next...hummm
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