On My Magic Fingers

Yesterday, after an hour of waiting in the sub-freezing snow for a bus, big bus-like lights appeared in the distance. I made sure I had my little pass and started bopping up and down so the driver would notice something (me) that looked like a weeble-people bopping around. The bus driver failed to notice me and drove right by. Instantly, of its own accord, my mittened middle finger flew up and at the back of the bus. (or maybe gloved. I confuse the two...whichever one is funnier.) Instantly the bus stopped. Impressed by my magic middle finger, I bopped over to the bus and rode around happily all the way home.

Tonight, after bussing home, I walked from the station to home (instead of waiting for an hour for the next bus). At a busy street, I stopped and waited for the little green guy to appear on the light for me to cross. Looking both ways, I stepped into the crosswalk and was nearly flattened by a big, red truck. As my mittened magic finger was busy holding onto a big bag of presents, I started waving my bag at the guy. I was also saying "No no no, don't mind me HERE IN THE CROSSWALK!" Halfway across the street, I realized how funny that must have looked to have a weeble-people shaking a bag at a big oblivious truck. I only look like a weeble-people in winter. I blame my coat.

An Erinku:
I am down to mustard
and brown rice
for dinner.
Ug. Shopping.