It has dawned on me this morning that an advantage of taking the bus to a dance is that, if some nice man asks if you'd like a ride home, you can say yes without leaving your own car in the dancehall parking lot.
Unfortunately, last night I was so focused on getting my money's worth from my $4.50 all-day bus pass, I said no to two offers of rides home and ended up waiting 12 minutes for the #5 while the sweat chilled on my body. On the bright side, I had a trip downtown in the morning, back home in the afternoon, and transportation to the dance at 8:30 and back home again all for one low, low price.
Of course, you wouldn't want somebody to go way out of his way in a car, spewing carbon the whole time, but 40 blocks doesn't seem too bad. Any further than that and you might be dealing with a man who flouts his responsibility to the environment, and who'd want a guy like that?
On the other hand, who wants a woman who's such a show-off smarty pants about riding the bus?
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