Crevices.

Crevices.  It’s a strong word that can have strong consequences.  Its synonym “nook” is too kind of a word for its partner.

They come in all forms and sizes.  The discovery and exploration of them can require some creative positioning.   It can be a sexy, mysterious thing.  But then again, no one is ever turned on by using the word “crevice” when talking dirty.

The crevices on a bus add a new layer of gross possibilities.  I have a serious affliction to them.  I will choose my seat wisely. I prefer the safe, front seats that run along the side of the bus.  You sit facing the aisle.  And the center seat is preferred.  I would rather stand than sit on the inside seat. If for some reason I end up in a less than ideal position, I cannot let my mind or eyes wander toward the crevices.  It won’t happen.  And if it does, it won’t be on the bus.  

And so it begins.....

After a strange and very unlucky series of tow trucks, smoking radiators, $500 red light tickets, a stolen - totaled car and then a car wrecked t-bone style, I am on the bus once again.  

I know the above list sounds like an exaggeration.  It is not.  As I sit on my bed, Carrie Bradshaw style typing away on my computer, I really wish the amount of stories I had about vehicles were indeed about sex.   Although both can be dirty, greasy and dicey situations, cars and public transportation, frankly, aren’t that sexy.  I will spare you the lube job analogy.

I hope you will find my commute stories entertaining.  Although I am on my second round of bussing it, I thought of the title “Virgin Commuter” my first time riding the LA Metro.   Public transportation brings many, many stories.  Stay tuned for the dirty, the gritty and not so sensual world of commuting publicly.  L.A. style.