Frazzled Nerves

Single mother of four busy children: Ari-16, Stinka-13, Boy-Boy-12 and Bird 10. I work in the telecommunications industry and have been for the past 16 years.

Again, Why Am I Glad To Drive?

Today I had to go to court. I may or may not post about that. I haven’t decided. Well, since the courthouse is only 1/4 of a mile away (probably more like 1/3) and Downtown Newark sucks ass when it comes to parking, I decided to take the bus. Getting there wasn’t a problem. Sitting in a hot ass courthouse for two hours was, but I survived, didn’t pass out, and decided to go shopping for myself since I had to be inconvenienced by being down there. Hey, since I’m in a major shopping area and Ashley Stewarts and Payless was right down the street in the direction of the bus stop, I might as well. I got two pairs of shoes and a pair of shorts and a top and went to wait for the bus.

And wait.

And wait.

You see, the bus that I need to take to get me home runs really well in the morning. Usually before 9. After that, it sucks ass. After standing there for 15-20 minutes, I ran across the street to the $tarbuck$ and got a double chocolate chip frappachino. When I left, the bus was right on the stop and I had to run to make it. Less than 10 minutes later, I was back home, in my car and shopping again. This time, I got some food for dinner, some nail polish for my toes and some piercing earrings because I’m going to repierce the tops of my ears.

So, yeah! Despite parking being a bitch downtown, I’d rather be in my car than a bus. But I wouldn’t have been able to do all the shopping that I did, so I guess there is some good out of bussing it.