I'm sitting on a bus going to work. littlestar is driving the bus.
[So far, so good.]
There are about 10 blocks until my stop. I am the only passenger on the bus. She is sipping bright orange liquid from a porcelain tea cup. She is also wearing a two piece bathing suit made of duct tape.
[I can imagine a scenario where this is possible...unlikely, but possibe.]
Suddenly, I am overcome with a powerful dread. She is drinking Tang! I begin to argue vehemently that she needs to switch from Tang to all natural malt liquor!
She tells me that malt liquor isn't her speed, but thanks for mentioning it. I argue more vigorously and explain that she is pouring horrible chemicals into her body when she could be taking much better care of herself with this fantastic malt liquor! My stop is coming up and I'm running out of time to make my argument. She counters with the well known fact that astronauts drink Tang and there's nothing more natural than being an astronaut so I'm just being silly. Besides, it's my stop and time for me to get off of the bus. At this point I'm feeling a combination of fear and anxiety. I don't know what to do! It's borderline fight or flight!
I stand up, resigned to the fact that I have lost the argument, and step off of the bus. When I turn around, the bus is not a bus. It's Airwolf.
I really, really wish I was making this up.
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