I Fought the Bus, and the Bus Won
It was the stupidest thing ever. I got lost coming home yesterday...riding the same bus I ride almost every day. I still don't entirely understand what happened. I think part of the problem was I was reading a book I found last weekend at my parents': "Breakdancing: Mr. Fresh and the Supreme Rockers Show You How to Do It!"
I remember buying this book at the book fair in 5th grade. My opinion then, which I still agree with, is that is it impossible to learn how to break dance from a book, no matter how many cool silhouette diagrams it has, or how many times they tell you how fresh you're gonna look.
So I was completely immersed in passages like...
And...
And therefore I must have completely missed it when we passed my stop around 58th Street. And when we passed the stop at 61st Street. And 65th. And 70th. And 75th. Around 80th Street I looked up and realized I had no idea where I was, and it took me several blocks to see a street sign to realize I was about 20 blocks past where I was supposed to be!? By that time I was at 85th Street...so I hopped off and crossed the street to catch a bus going back the other way. But the next one wasn't coming for 10 minutes, so I decided that rather than stand there being cold, I would just walk down a few blocks/stops until the bus caught up with me. I don't know if it the blocks are very short or the bus is very slow, but by the time I got down to about 65th it still hadn't caught up with me so I just walked the whole way home.
Moral of the story: When riding the bus, remember to look up from your breakdancing book occasionally so you don't miss your stop.
I remember buying this book at the book fair in 5th grade. My opinion then, which I still agree with, is that is it impossible to learn how to break dance from a book, no matter how many cool silhouette diagrams it has, or how many times they tell you how fresh you're gonna look.
So I was completely immersed in passages like...
"If you're really serious about this, then if you want to be fresh, you'll have to give yourself a Breakdance name. Your name will come from something special different about you or your dancing, like: Supreme Rocker, King Tut, Mr. Fresh, Li'l Fresh, Lady Lust, Smash, Crash, Rubber Band, Crazylegs, Freakazoid, Mr. Nice, Kid Loose, Easy E, Crazy Spin, and Mr. Way. When you give yourself a name, then you'll have something to put on your sweatshirt."
And...
"One more thing. Gloves are fresh. Breakdancers almost always wear one or two white gloves when they perform. It shows off your hand moves, which otherwise might not be noticed. There are dancers who wear black gloves, but you don't see Breakdancers wear colored gloves. Next time you rock, try it with white gloves. You'll amaze 'em."
And therefore I must have completely missed it when we passed my stop around 58th Street. And when we passed the stop at 61st Street. And 65th. And 70th. And 75th. Around 80th Street I looked up and realized I had no idea where I was, and it took me several blocks to see a street sign to realize I was about 20 blocks past where I was supposed to be!? By that time I was at 85th Street...so I hopped off and crossed the street to catch a bus going back the other way. But the next one wasn't coming for 10 minutes, so I decided that rather than stand there being cold, I would just walk down a few blocks/stops until the bus caught up with me. I don't know if it the blocks are very short or the bus is very slow, but by the time I got down to about 65th it still hadn't caught up with me so I just walked the whole way home.
Moral of the story: When riding the bus, remember to look up from your breakdancing book occasionally so you don't miss your stop.
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