It was not a bright and warm day, nor was it particularly dark and rainy. If you flicked through all the early morning weather reports on the lower mainland, you'd only need to know one word: cold. Actually, it was 5 below freezing (for the benefit of Fahrenheit readers, that's 23 degrees according to google converters which concedes with a similar converter on a website tentatively named Teaching English in Japan). It was baffling why you'd bother to hear this profound tidbit of information when you could easily find out firsthand by opening a door or sticking a body part out the window. For some people, a leg outside their four blankets should do the trick just as well. Sure, it wouldn't be as accurate as a thermometer measurement but -5 degree Celsius and -5.81 degree Celsius still falls under the range of 'too cold for anything, come back in late spring'.
According to the definition of negative reinforcement, a creature will tend towards a certain behaviour (that is the behaviour will increase in frequency) in order to stop or avoid a negative or undesired condition. Long story short: Rat drinks water, rat gets zapped, rat eventually learns that scientists can be bastards like that and stops drinking water. Problem solved. Given the fact that this topic is taught in first level psychology thus is backed with a certain degree of credibility, it's a wonder why someone with a terrible endurance for cold weather would want to stand on the pedestrian walk (sidewalk for you dang kids) on a busy windblown street waiting for a bus in the most undesired weather condition. By now I'm sure you eager psychophysicists are refuting my conclusions with the expectancy x value theory or some other more accurate theorem to explain the transit rider's behaviour but let's not get mixed up here, this is a story and not a short essay question on your final exam.
As an avid rider of buses, ever since the plastic card of never-having-to-buy-a-bus-ticket-again-(until the end of December)-haha came into play, I can say with confidence that after three months of dedicated patronage, the following hypotheses have rarely failed:
1. The X4X bus is relatively frequent.
2. The X4X bus is relatively crowded (unless you're lucky).
3. If X4X bus A is travelling down the street on the other side of the road on average at 60 km/h bound in the opposite direction anywhere along Hastings but anywhere within your field of vision, then X4X bus B, heading towards the desired designation, should be somewhere nearby, give or take a minute or half. The speed of bus B is irrelevant.
As it was, I was not on a bus eastbound for my desired designation as the third X4X bus heading in the opposite direction across the road, travelling on average at 60 km/h rolled by.
Needless to say, my faith in the science practice was waning but that may be subjected to personal bias.
Now, the place at which I await this unsighted bus was not situated in the best of areas. In fact, this neighbourhood (or more accurately, this section of) is the sort of place you wouldn't want your daughter loitering at 7:30 am in the morning without a one-foot bread knife at hand and unsheathed, if you were a middle-aged father who watched far too many movies for his own good (I suppose mothers may fall under this category as well).
Down the street, blocked by another bus stop (which catered to clientele of a different orientation, please check your local dictionary for the operant definition of orientation), a tree, and several dozens of unrelated buses on the street perpendicular, a bus was cantered up the slope.
It was difficult for the writer, who is admitted visually impaired, to accurate discern the bus number and main destination as displayed on the digital screen above the bus's windshield. The suspense was killing for at least ten metres of paved road.
Finally, it came until view, not a moment too soon and several moments too late.
The motor thrummed merrily as the display flashed the following sequence of messages:
Sorry, Not
In Service
Happy Holidays.
Witty.o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Author's note: I wrote half of this while wearing mittens, it was quite the challenge but then I realized I was running out of time. Pity. I also didn't have time to proofread it so have fun laughing at my errors. Since I have class in 10 minutes I'll leave you with this quote as told by mister man at the computer across from me to miss lady at the computer opposite of me.
What would Schrodinger do?
Also, I picked up Good Omens. I have no idea how I managed 104 pages in one hour and a half.
Meme'd and Taking Stock 
Taking Stock
Tired
