Bus Chronicles: A little swig, ain’t hurt nobody; Snowflakes

Thursday evening, I boarded the bus with no ‘wahala’ (problems) observed prior. The bus was packed, with all manner of beauty is in the eye of the beholder diversity. We were packed like sardines, so I was forced to sit in the back.Usually, my seat of preference is in the front, where I can sit and stare at cute bus drivers. Continue reading “Bus Chronicles: A little swig, ain’t hurt nobody; Snowflakes”