Q: Which is why the Ravens will win this year!

A bus ride in itself is a testament of patience and endurance, often than not a surprise; for you’ll never know who you’ll encounter and also what time it chooses to arrive (applicable to MTAs at the moment). The MTA might as well stand for Might Take Awhile after our disastrous one hour wait for bus number 35. People were swearing away at the three 35 buses that drove past without taking a single passenger.  Anyway, I was on the phone with HJ this whole entire time, and that took a bulk of the stress away. Still I do know things happen to make way for other things. Right so the bus eventually made it. I was late and completely worn out as I stepped out on Pratt Street. When I got to Charles, I went up to the bus schedule to check on the next bus. Nice, I’ll have another three minutes wait.

“It won’t get here till 10 minutes.” This girl in her cowboy gear said. She gave me a handshake and went, “Ashley. That’s my name btw. What’s yours?”

The next 15 minutes was interesting. Ashley told me that she once studied at Towson U, then lost interest in the concrete, scientific nature of Psychology and decided to pursue Shamanism. “You’ve got a lot of Fire in ya. You always try to do the best for others and you want to make a change in the world. We need more people like you today. I’m guessing your color is Yellow. If it’s not, do focus on that. It’s the center of everything we hold to be true.”

Just another random day,
Vonnie S.