Bus talk

I ride the 4:10 teacher bus home most days.  Well, and there in the mornings, too, but this story is about the 4:10.  It's free and takes me right to my block--most people have to walk but I live right on the route.  And it has the added bonus of lively conversation.  Which I can't stand at 6:15 in the morning and live through only with the comfort of my ipod, but is fun in the afternoon.  Usually we talk about food and Mandy gives us an update on the new restaurants she and Paul have tried since yesterday.  Today was dentists.  Matt had a tooth pulled but was feeling healed enough to give us a gory account.  I held up through that before Mandy launched into a nasty one which included a tennis ball-sized bruise on her cheek.  Bleh....  Food talk is better.