Whitebread

As I was leaving work the other day, I realized that I had a flat on the beloved s2000. What's more, when I went to put the spare on, there was no wheel lock key to take the caps off the wheel. I grew up as a poor missionary kid and wheel locks are a bit of a new thing for us unsophisticated folk. Fortunately, I was able to bum a ride off of an unsuspecting coworker. The next day I decided to take a public bus. To me, it sounded like some kind of great adventure in city life. For most people in the world, it's just a slow way to get to work. The night before, I went online and found the route I needed, counted out the quarters for my fare, and laid out my clothes to iron the next day (All of that is true except that last part). The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast of eggs and home-brewed starbucks, I walked to the bus station and waited for my adventure. When I got on, I had a long conversation with the bus driver about what route I should take. He coulld tell I was new to this, as well as the rest of the bus. I felt like all eyes were on me. As I turned, I realized why. I was the only white guy on that whole bus! I sat down and had my first encounter with my neighbors. It was truly a cultural experience. More on this tomorrow.