The morning started off good; the bus was right there when I got to the station.

Transportation you need right there when you need it can be such a beautiful sight.

The guy sitting behind me was a recent graduate in marketing. 

How do I know this?

Glad you asked.

First off he made three very loud calls on his cell, and left messages on friend’s voice mails with tips on how to approach customers ec. etc.   You know how a person’s telephone voice can be a little different from their regular voice?  Well this could have been described as his disc jockey voice.

After the messages there was other work to do.  And what was that ?  Trying to impress the young lady seated next to him with his vast experience in marketing.  Hey, the guy graduated last June that makes him old wood in the field.

In front of me I had a woman who put on make-up for the entire 15 minute ride.  It made me so nervous to see her aiming mascara wands, and color pencils so near her eyes while the bus was in motion.  She was an expert though, by time the bus stopped she was glamorous.

The day passed uneventfully, which is more than fine with me.

I’m heading back to the city now.  An ice cold chai awaits me at my local Starbucks, and I have two new magazines to read.

My Sunday Scribbling is up a day late.

I wrote about my dad.

Everyone have an incredible evening.