Ballet Squid Chronicles: In Which Your Humble Ballet Squid Has No Class
So tonight I set out at 6 PM with the intention of catching the 6:26 Oak Street bus to get to class.
I hopped on my bike and hammered like a madman, made it to the requisite bus stop, and then waited … and waited … and waited.
Finally, the bus showed up about 13 minutes late. Then it transported me to not ballet school and the driver said, “Well, this is the last stop!”
Turns out I’d misread the bus schedule, so it was my mistake, obviously, but a very frustrating one.
So, there you have it. This is why your humble Ballet Squid has no class this evening.
On the other hand (or tentacle, if we wish to belabor my favorite analogy), your humble Ballet Squid did burn something like 1200 extra calories riding around on the bike today, so your humble Ballet Squid might enjoy a humble dessert even though he didn’t make it to class!
So, um. That’s it for tonight. I’m still mad at myself, but at least now I’m mad at myself and eating dessert ^-^
*Since as far as I know I’m the only ballet squid at the moment, I feel it’s fair to say that I’m the most interesting ballet squid.