Bad to the Bus:
I had a best friend that wanted to skip school one day. I probably really didn't want to do this because I would have to lie to my parents, fake that I went to school and might get caught too. It was in May and she wanted to go to a downtown park to suntan. So I went along with the elaborate planning of it, right down to the forging of my dad's signature on a note to excuse my absence. I could teach that Ferris Bueller a few tricks.
Taking the city transit downtown was quite risky, as my father worked right across the street from the bus stop. We continued down Jasper Avenue, stopped at a store for a Slurpee and walked down the big hill under the hot sun to Hawrelak Park. We found a wonderful spot to catch the rays that would contribute to our wrinkles and age spots today.
Hearing a noise, I noticed a bright orange school bus. The door opened with a bang and the driver emerged. He went to the next site and laid on a picnic table. It was our detested bus driver. The one we couldn't stand as he was not friendly and played terrible music. I didn't skip again until high school, but that's only because I walked to school now and a cute boy asked me to.