Feeling the Bumps

[This post has nothing perverted, shame on you if you thought about anything dirty.. no wait.. I wrote this line .... it was me doing the thinking.. oh crap - ) ]


It was one day, at night, that I really felt the bumps. At 9:45 PM with its ever present bangs and rattles, the bus was hurtling down the road that connected St.John's hospital to somewhere. Save for the four IT professionals going home after a tiring day's work, there was no one in the bus apart for me and a friend. And thats suddenly when it happened. With no warning, the bus flew over a speed breaker at top speed with me and my friend being thrown into the air a few inches. I could've sworn out butts were a bit flattened after the fall. But before we could recover, it happened again, only this time we were thrown much higher and almost no one in the bus could suppress a "Ah!" or a "Fck" or even a "Otha Omale".

And this got me thinking "I use this route everyday to work, and how come there's no discomfort at all? How come I didn't realize that there were even speed breakers on this road? Why, with a bus full of people and with many hanging onto the footboard, didn't a breaker of this size make its presence felt?"

But then I realized that we all had to thank that thoughtful bus driver, who might just have wanted to go back home to his family on that friday night, a little bit early..