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Along with my daily duties as founder and head writer of HumorMeOnline.com, in 2003, I took the Grand Prize in the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (also known as the "It Was a Dark and Stormy Night" competition). I've also been a contributor to "The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson" and the web's "The Late Show with David Letterman". I also occupy my time writing three blogs, "Blogged Down at the Moment", "Brit Word of the Day" and "Production Numbers"...and my off-time is spent contemplating in an "on again/off again" fashion...my feable attempts at writing any one of a dozen books. I would love to write professionally one day...and by that I mean "actually get a paycheck".

11 February 2013

This Ain't Your Bob Hope Variety Road Trip, Folks...

This is day 11 of Nicky and Mike's "30 Minus 2 Days of Writing"...and we are fast (well slowly) approaching the half-way point of the challenge.  So far I've done pretty well, only using up two prior blogs (one because I just had to...it was a promise that I made -- and one because I had to...it was a migraine that I had).  I never write these things ahead of time - that would be cheating...and that's why some of mine are probably abysmally bad compared to the works of so many others.  So, with that said and out of the way, head on over there and enjoy today's prompt:  Road Trip
 
 
When you think of road trips...you might think of those Chevy Chase "Vacation" films...but I don't like them, so you will find no songs from Lindsay Buckingham here when I cue the intro music.
 
Cue intro music...
...The Who's - Going Mobile...
 

 
Aaaaaah...that's more like it.
 
I got my snacks packed and my pillow fluffed and I'm cosying on in for the long haul.  Let me just tilt my seat back like so and...okay...let me just try this again...ugggggggh...nope.  Let me ask someone else to do it. 
 
"Hey, could you tilt my seat back for me...I'm apparently too wimpy to push hard enough.  What do you mean my seat is already in the reclined position?"
 
Well, that's special.  If this seat's already in the reclined position, something tells me I don't want to see it upright.
 
It IS a nice plush bus, tho.  The school must have shelled out a lot o'cash to charter this puppy.  Let me just put my seat belt on...and...um...great...no seat belts.  I thought seat belts were mandatory?  Let me take a guess...seat belts are mandatory on every single vehicle except buses in Alabama, right?  
 
Great...my head is directly underneath one of the little "drop-down" movie screens -- happy, happy, joy, joy...I can see my head hitting it now when we go over a bump.  Lovely.  I take blood thinners.  I can see me having to be abulance'd over to the emergency room and everyone else going off to Washington, DC.
 
How long IS this trip anyway?  Twenty something hours?  Seriously twenty something hours stuck in the confines of this cramped seat with either the window to smash my head against or that thing looming up above my head?  Nice.  Oh, won't this be special.
 
Well, heat would be nice...what is it...like 50 degrees in here?  Everyone is complaining that it's freezin...everyone but the parents up front.  Seems the bus driver and his "entourage" get their little three feet's worth of heat...we get none.  Sheesh...you're kidding me...they actually want the air conditioner turned down lower.  That's great. 
 
I can't hear a damn word anyone's saying.  I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place...well, literally and figuratively.  All these girls...do they ever shut up?    All those parents...do they ever know I exist?  I guess not on both counts.  This will be fun.  I sense a never-ending headache coming on.
 
Could be worse I guess...I could be on the boy's bus...they are probably throwing each other and playing Frisbee in the aisle.  I would really be concerned about my head then.
 
Oh...someone is talking.  Something about a film.  Woohooo!  Someone's going to put on a VCR tape...that will quiet them down.  Well, that's great, not only can I not really see the screen (of which they have about six of them precariously placed about...one directly above my head by about three inches) - but I can't hear it anyway.  My hearing is shot...and I never played in "The Who".  I can understand Pete Townshend not hearing...but me?  I worked in an office...on the flight line with all the jet engines.  Nothing to lose hearing about there.
 
Okay, let's see what's about to start...all the girls are getting exceedingly  giggly.
 
Oh, for f***k's sake!  Are you kidding me??  "Twilight"???  Well, maybe my daughter wants to see it.  Nope.  Well, that's just great - but at least they seem engrossed texting among each other...maybe I can swap seats with that girl who has the whole row to herself.  She's younger than I am and I have a death box dangling above my head waiting to cleave it in half like I'm the only watermelon at the market and Gallagher just walked in.
 
Yes!  I shamed her into it!  Woohooo!  Old people guilt.  Gotta love it.  Three seats...all to myself; gotta love it!  Sure, I can't put my feet down because there's a ton of everyone's crap shoved on the floor and beneath the seats - but I don't have to touch the floor ever...because I can stretch the entire length of my legs out across all these seats.  Now, if I could just retract these arm rests.  There's gotta be a button around somewhere...or a lever. 
 
"Uh, could someone show me where the button is that..."
 
Oh, you're joking right?  You mean you can't move these things out of the way so I can get into a semi-prone position?
 
It's raining now?  Good. Maybe the bus driver will actually go slower than 80. No such luck.
 
There's construction barrels all over the road.  Good.  Maybe the bus driver will actually go slower than 80.  Ain't happening.
 
Does this bus driver think he's in the film, "Speed"?  Seriously, is there another speed he knows other than 80 mph??? 
 
Well, let me try to go to the bathroom while everyone is engrossed in "both" films.
 
Well, lookie there...isn't that cute?  Undoubtedly I have led a sheltered life. 
 
I have never been privy to the privy on a bus before.  Hmmmm...by the looks of it...many more things to bang my head into in here.  Let me work out the mechanics of it all -- I have to balance like the people in the Cirque du Soleil ...and I have to do it while peeing with my pants around my knees?  Oh...how rich.  I guess I missed that performance of theirs on PBS - as I have no clue how it's done.  Oh, wait...is THAT what I think it is...all the way in the corner of the toilet box?  Is that...oh, yes...oh, that's disturbing.  Great, now someone will think I did THAT.  I am NOT picking up someone's poop.  Wait...I couldn't pick it up if I wanted to...there's no toilet paper!  
 
This is going to be an interesting trip...a bus chock full o' girls...no toilet paper, a poop that at any time might decide to roll right at me...and I have to learn to levitate like David Blaine for the next two minutes in order for my posterior to stay well above touching range of anything in this germ-ridden cubicle.  Good luck unclenching my bladder during that 30 second window of opportunity when the ride finally smooths out.
 
How many hours left of this?  Twenty-one?
 
Time to cue some fade-out music from another "Who" album...







 

14 comments:

  1. Great musical choices. I read Peter Townshend's autobiography recently so I'm still in Who mode. You should have brought some alcohol with you on that trip!

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  2. You aren't allowed to bring alcohol along on a school trip...unfortunately. I did, however, have Ambien. :)

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  3. Oh my, I am SO happy I wasn't on that trip!

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  4. Yikes! I feel your pain.. does not sound like fun!

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  5. I would have needed a xanax IV. Great description!

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  7. Hey Mariann! I was on that trip I think; every time I'm on public transport it feels that way, certainly. And no, the turd was NOT mine. Indigo

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  8. I still think "We went dancing" could have easily worked with this post. ;)

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  9. I was coming home one time and asked the bus driver to look for me... because I couldn't bear to see what I would see...now the whole damn bus is cheerin... and I can't believe what I can see....... [ you all fill in the rest! ]

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  10. That bit about the poop was disgusting. I nearly upchucked.

    No, wait.

    I DID upchuck.

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  11. What a freakin' nightmare. Aren't there people you can hire to do these trips in your place?

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  12. That sounds like an awful trip, but at least the story had a good soundtrack playing along with it.

    Also, let me just say that nothing you've written this month comes even close to qualifying as "abysmally bad".

    We're all going to have our good days and not-so-good days during this challenge. The key is to keep rolling forward, just like the wheels on the bus, which go round and round.

    Round and round...

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  13. I am DYING! A poop that might roll right at you! MY FAVORITE POST FOR ROAD TRIP!!!

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  14. Hmm...poop AND Twilight. Which is worse??? - Mike

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