“Take the busss!”
That saying will be in my head forever.
A few weeks ago the wife, myself, and some friends went to Cancun for some fun in the sun. I never been and I have to say, I enjoyed myself.
So after a few days of soaking up the sun the crew got wind of a flea market down town. We all change clothes and meet at the front of the hotel to finalize our game plan.
There are always folks hanging around the entrance to the hotel to catch rides to the airport or other locations in the city. When the crew all showed up, I asked “How do we get there?”
Buddy of mine said, “Clerk said it wasn’t far down. We’ll just walk.”
That’s when an older lady who was leaning up against the wall piped up: “NO! Take the bussss. You will take the bus! It’s a long walk. Take the bussss.”
It was like my creepy 4th grade teacher scolding me for thinking on my own. So we walked to the bus stop and caught the bus. The lady was right, it was a long walk. But the whole day I couldn’t get her saying out of my mind.
“Take the busss” I started saying in the deepest scratchiest voice I could muster. We made it to the flea market and back to the hotel. The whole time I was picturing this old hag in a b-class horror movie telling wary travelers “Take the bussss” and they would be carted off. Never to be seen again.
So, every morning when my kid gets up to go to school I tell him “Get on the bussss” .
I find it funny. However, that’ s just me.