Story Sent in by David:
My first and only date with Allyson went pretty well up until the end. I had driven to the date but she had taken the bus from out of town. I told her I'd wait with her at the bus stop.
We walked to a tree just off the side of the road and she stopped there. She said, "Here's the bus stop."
There was a bench nearby but it wasn't a bus stop. There were no signs or anything like a sign. I asked her, "Are you sure? The 28 bus comes this way?"
She said, "No. The magic bus. I'll be fine. The magic bus will be by soon. Goodnight now."
There was no budging her so I left her there and drove home.
The next morning I drove by that part of town as it was on my way to an errand. Through the rain I saw Allyson sitting at the bench. She was soaking wet and looked like she had been sitting there all night.
I parked, hurried up to her, and asked, "Have you been here all night?"
She nodded and asked, "Can you take me home?"
I drove her to her house and helped her inside. I drove away pretty weirded out and promised myself that I wouldn't reach out to her unless she contacted me first.
She didn't.
9/20/2016
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The magic school bus is for well,school children going on field trips.It does not have a bus route.Plus it was night time.School buses don't run at night time.That's just common knowledge.That's not crazy,crazy but sad crazy when your delusions are not even accurate.
ReplyDeletePoor Ms. Frizzle. She took one too many trips on her "Magic School Bus" and now look at her.
ReplyDeleteShe just wanted to have a splendid time (guaranteed for all) on the magic bus with Mr. Kite. How was she to know she wasn't on their route?
ReplyDeleteAnd of course Chunky the Horse dances the waltz!
DeleteI've always pictured Chunky Horse doing the "pony"or perhaps the "cabbage patch"
DeleteI definitely always pictured Chunky as more menacing... not some sissy white horse with a blue china pattern. Also, more chunky and maybe with legs?
DeleteI imagine chunky horse with a shiny grey mane,draped in purple velvet and wearing crystal platform boots housing gold fish looking oh so majestic as can be...yeah,that's my chunky horse...
ReplyDeleteFew actually know what the real Chunky Horse looks like. Only the two brave boys who first documented his existence will ever have that knowledge. As the story goes, one of the boys is still searching for the perfect date who will appreciate the majesty of his documentary and join him in Chunky Horse worship. *lightening flash*
ReplyDeleteShe probably had schizophrenia, and was under the delusion the bus existed. By the next morning, the delusion was fading.
ReplyDeleteUgh. Some person you ruined it with a relevant observation.
DeleteYou are a better person than me. I'd have been so scared haha
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