Pearoast from last year
You need a car to get around down here in Southern California. Last year, I couldn't drive for 3 months as my drivers license had expired and couldn't renew it until my employment authorization was renewed, which was running 90 days behind schedule.
Bugger. But I did the noble thing and didn't drive.
Work was only 1 20 minute bus ride away, so that was no big deal but one weekend there was a massive fishing tourney going on with my fishing club having a bbq etc.
Being a bit too British and too proud to ask if someone would take me, I decided I would get the bus.
It turned out to be an epic journey. A 30 minute car ride turned into the 4 hour (but somewhat amusing) bus ride from hell involving 3 busses.

So, 2 fishing poles and a tackle bag, as well as my handbag in hand, I toddle off to the bus stop getting some strange looks off people on the way.
Bus #1 comes along and I duly bought my day pass ($2.50) and take my seat.
15 minutes later I'm let off the bus to wait a half hour for bus #2.
Get on bus #2 all the way up Harbor Blvd to Chapman. 3 fucking times I was asked the obvious question "going fishing are you?".
Bus #3 would be along in 45 minutes, so I pop into the bar that's handily sitting in the strip mall behind me and have a quick beer. Several offers of a ride to the lake from lecherous and drunken old men were politely declined.
Finally get on bus #3 which was going to take about 1 1/2 hours to get up to the main road to the lake.
The driver tells me my day pass is not valid for that bus. Ok, fine. I hand over another $1.50 for the fare.
The bus is packed. I have 2 fishing poles and a tackle bag in hand. Does anyone give me a hand or let me sit down? No. 3 stops later, someone on the back of the bus gets off so I make my way to their seat.......just as the bus driver is pulling away and slams his brakes on to avoid getting hit by a boy racer.

Thunk, goes I. On my hands and knees. Fishing poles flying everywhere. As I go to stand up, I realise I have a fishing hook now stuck in my leg. Much merriment and mirth from the rest of the passengers as I sit on the floor of the bus and get my pliers out. One guy looks at me as I'm yanking the hook out of my leg, turns a whiter shade of pale and almost hurls as I yank it out and hold it up victoriously.

6 people stand up and offer to give me their seats.

After some lovely chit chat with a Mexican fellow about fishing, I arrive at my final bus stop to catch bus number 4.
Meanwhile, my teammates have all heard about my epic journey and have been calling me to see how I'm doing.

I get off the bus stop, and there are 10 of my friends in our club t-shirts holding out cups of "water" (beer) for me. After a round of applause for making it that far, I was told to stop being a stubborn little bitch and was given a ride the rest of the way to the lake.
And the next day after an epic nights fishing, drinking and bbq'ing I was given a ride home and told not to do it again.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 19:04, 2 replies)

I salute your stubborn behaviour by clicking
Made me giggle when the guy turned white.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 20:13, closed)

I just love that you're a girl and go fishing.
Awfully sexist of me I know, but have never persuaded a single gf of mine to go with me....despite promises of letting her hold my rod, play with my tackle, see my worm...

Oh, wait a minute...now I get it.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 7:34, closed)