Out of the woodwork.

Busrider J here. Neither D nor myself have posted here for a while - short answer: We have had a car, of some repute or another, since Winter 2008, which waylays the need for crinkled bus schedules in our bags.

But! Fear not! Our current vehicle is being Looked At (as ominous as it sounds, considering we've been planning a cross-country drive to visit my folks for months, and somehow the idea that, "It's just this one small part causing all the trouble" seems too easy to be true). Anyway, this relegates us to taking cabs and - DUH DUH DUHHHH - the city bus.

D rode into work on it this morning and lived to tell the tale, roughly 10 minutes ago over the phone. "Orange Shirt Girl was there," she said excitedly. "No orange shirt, but she WAS wearing brown pants."

I admit it, I squealed - absence makes hearts fonder, and all. "So what was she wearing for a shirt?" I queried eventually.

D snickered. "It was black."

"Oooh. Black and brown? Major fashion faux-pas, Orange Shirt Girl."

"Seriously."

"She should have just worn the orange shirt with the brown pants," I supplied. "At least then she'd look like a jack-o-lantern." Stay classy, Orange Shirt Girl.

In conclusion, it's amazing how lazy we've gotten in the advent of being able to drive everywhere. I used to walk 2-3 miles around and about "just for fun". Now, I would just as soon Rochambeau my way out of having to climb the stairs of our apartment complex to take the garbage out.

Until the next time our car breaks down!