Menji76 posted...
bathrooms on buses?
Huh. I don't usually (and by that I mean never) take the bus. This one had a restroom. Thought that was the norm. Guess this was a deluxe bus, or maybe it's an Atlanta thing. No clue.
CommodoreTN posted...
Oh my god you have to continue.
The rest of the story unfolds like you'd expect it to. I tried to squeeze, legs first, into the the sweater at one point. It obviously didn't fit and I managed to ruin the sweater's arms. Not to mention I looked absolutely ridiculous with my boys hanging out of the neck hole.
This was followed by me examining the Old Navy bag for a brief moment for possible shelter before coming to the conclusion that I my only option was to call her up from the bathroom and tell her the story. I tried to stay light-hearted about the story to hide my anxiety but she thought it was just a funny joke.
I got sterner with my voice and told her I really needed her help and that I was indeed half naked in the back of the bus. Then she thought it was the sickest thing ever. But she helped me out. I gave her my keys through the cracked bathroom door. When my stop came up she had to tell the bus driver to hold on again (I have no clue how that conversation unfolded, nor did I care to ask). She ran up to my place grabbed some pants and ran them back out to me.
I don't take being embarrassed too well. We're not going to hang out again.
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