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The Curse of the Incubus Bus Driver!
Mar. 27th, 2006 10:15 amWandering into work, plodding muzzily to the bus stop (yes, I have a car-thing now but parking in town is still expensive and ludicrously difficult. It saves money, time and stress to get bus-thing instead). Brain is not working. Brain is tired. It is Monday morning. Brain needs more coffee. Brain on strike. Brain refusing to work until more sleep is issued. If Brain not work enough silly body might go back to bed where it belongs. Brain must make body sleep. Brain make it hard to do the walky thing. Brain only grunt, not do talky thing. Brain occasionally make body moan “braaaaaiiinnnnsss” under its breath because it amuses Brain.
Big thing pulls up to bus stop. Brain thinks may be bus-thing. Brain refuses to identify. Brain make legs stagger in general direction. Brain start to groan at driver pers….
ZING WHOA! Brain hotwired!!! Bus driver is UBER SMOKING HOT! Shouldn’t there be laws about being that sexy at that hour of a morning? Cut hotwires, Brain in shock. Will just stare madly.
“Uh… where do you want to go?” (Poor confused bus driver)
Sub Brain: Anywhere! I will follow you to the ends of the earth
Dom Brain: Oh, you’re not going anywhere, you’re coming with me. Where are my handcuffs?
Brain-Brain: ARGH! The libido has taken over!
Someone has replaced my bus driver with Eros! I don’t know whether to thank all the gods or curse them.
On the plus side, super sexy bus driver is better than his own bodyweight in strong coffee.
On the minus side, he makes for a major distraction that early in the morning and I can’t think on the bus, my brain’s stuck in an eternal loop of “ooohhh, yummy”.
Big thing pulls up to bus stop. Brain thinks may be bus-thing. Brain refuses to identify. Brain make legs stagger in general direction. Brain start to groan at driver pers….
ZING WHOA! Brain hotwired!!! Bus driver is UBER SMOKING HOT! Shouldn’t there be laws about being that sexy at that hour of a morning? Cut hotwires, Brain in shock. Will just stare madly.
“Uh… where do you want to go?” (Poor confused bus driver)
Sub Brain: Anywhere! I will follow you to the ends of the earth
Dom Brain: Oh, you’re not going anywhere, you’re coming with me. Where are my handcuffs?
Brain-Brain: ARGH! The libido has taken over!
Someone has replaced my bus driver with Eros! I don’t know whether to thank all the gods or curse them.
On the plus side, super sexy bus driver is better than his own bodyweight in strong coffee.
On the minus side, he makes for a major distraction that early in the morning and I can’t think on the bus, my brain’s stuck in an eternal loop of “ooohhh, yummy”.