Pretending Along

Mornings

It was one of those mornings.

One of those mornings when, a block from the bus stop you watch as three city busses pull up. Thinking to oneself, there is a 99.9 percent chance that if I run for the bus I'll miss it and look like an ass for doing so. But there is a .1 percent chance that I'll make it.

I ran, looked like an ass, and waited a half hour for the next bus. One might think that realizing the inevatible outcome of a situation I would do something to avoid it.

Ain't human nature fuckin awesome.