Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Day the Bus Driver and I became (intimately) aquainted
For those of you expecting erotica...you are at the wrong blog. Sorry to disappoint. **smile**
This story is about one of the most embarrassing incidents of my childhood.
Picture it-- You are in 9th grade. You are 14. You are trying terribly hard to be cool.
You are wearing all the hip things. At that time, that probably included shoulder pads and leather fringe jackets.
You are teasing your hair WAAAAAAYYYYY out.
You are "so done" with riding the bus.
You are not paying attention and talking to your friend behind you when you trip up the steps and land FACE FIRST onto the bus driver's lap.
This may or may not be the actual bus driver I had in the 9th grade.
It's bad, right? But your thinking it's not that bad.
I forgot to mention my maiden name -- BLUE.
Enough said.
This story is about one of the most embarrassing incidents of my childhood.
Picture it-- You are in 9th grade. You are 14. You are trying terribly hard to be cool.
You are wearing all the hip things. At that time, that probably included shoulder pads and leather fringe jackets.
You are teasing your hair WAAAAAAYYYYY out.
You are "so done" with riding the bus.
You are not paying attention and talking to your friend behind you when you trip up the steps and land FACE FIRST onto the bus driver's lap.
This may or may not be the actual bus driver I had in the 9th grade.
It's bad, right? But your thinking it's not that bad.
I forgot to mention my maiden name -- BLUE.
Enough said.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat's world famous writer's workshop
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- kisatrtle
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hehheee ;)
Now that would be embarassing! Funny story to tell though! Thanks for sharing it.
Oh. My. Goodness. You have painted quite a picture...
yes! I do believe yours topped mine!
Wow!
stopping by from MamaKat's...
~L
You said SO much in such a little space...I can think of NOTHING more embarrassing to a teenage girl then what you just described.
ROTFLMAO!
Oh, I feel for you! We don't give us enough credit for surviving these years!
Oh my! That was really an, um, intimate moment between you and the bus driver! Hehe. ;)
Haha.. ohh.. that damn school bus. My bus driver was EXACTLY like Otto from the Simpsons - and his name was Zeek. We thought he was awesome - but now I know he was just a weirdo burn-out. LOL
Ha! That is hilarious. Thanks for the evening laugh.
OMG!! I was laughing so hard my 4yo thought I'd finally flipped permanently! I can think of nothing worse than what you described.Glad you lived through it (I'm sure you thought you wouldn't) to tell us about it some years later. Thanks for sharing.
Visiting from Mama Kats
(sorry if you get this 2x, 1st time gave me error)
What a wonderful laugh! Thanks so much for sharing that embarrassing memory from your past with us!
Stopping by from Mama Kat's
That is so embarrassing!!!
You really gave us a good image in your short post here.