Halfway across the parking lot as the bus pulls up…
Do I hustle a little more, to grab this one?
Or wait another eight minutes for the next and NOT move the unattractive parts, unnecessarily.
So I decide to run a little… scolding the bus as I do…
“You’re gonnna make me run, aren’t you?!”
As if this is the bus’s fault, that I decided to leave 6 minutes later than I intended, and I am now sort of running diagonally through a Rite Aid parking lot.