When I signed up to go the zoo they told me it was "a ways out." When they said something about a "real bear," I assumed they meant a literal one, not just the metaphorical type.
We walked like forever to get to the bus stop and from there it was like 19 cents a person to get on. It was free for me because I'm so little, which is total discrimination but if it saves a pair of dimes I guess I'm all for it. Then we had to change buses and go another 37 cents a head to finish getting there. Man, where is this place, China?
When the ride began it was all fun and games quite literally. It was comfy, spacious and an excellent vantage from which to watch the world go by. Stop by stop however, it only got worse.
Traffic was pretty thick so the bus was mired down by the myriad cars and bikes. Every time we were cut off we had to frantically brake and got tossed around like fresh greens. That wasn't the worst part though.
With each stop there would be like two people getting off and another six getting on. I guess this zoo place is pretty popular. Every time I'd think the bus was full I'd discover my mistake as more and more would pack aboard. Before I knew it we were crammed in there like Calcutta-style sardines, if such things exist. It was madness.
Eventually I was dangling from the safety handle for dear life. It's tricky since I'm only a couple feet tall. I think I may have climbed on a briefcase and stepped on a couple heads to get to it, but this commute was really a bear.
When we got to the zoo I was rewarded with an overpriced balloon and a slew of real bears, so I guess I can't much complain. Between you and me, it's the ride home that worries me the most.
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