What’s-his-buckets
It’s been a while since I’ve had to take the train to work, but since rideshare guy took a day off, I was up and out of the house by 5:30 this morning.
I saw one of my normal bus drivers, and some of my “regular” commuters from way back when [read: December] when I used to take the bus and train every day. I opted not to read on the bus ride, because it had been a while since I’ve gone through the park and I wanted to see all that spring had sprung. (I also learned the farmer’s market starts up again tomorrow! YAY!)
Anyhow, I’ve made mention before that on the commuter rail there’s a very cute train conductor usually on my line. B, a girl I’ve made friends with who is also on the train at that ungodly hour, has said it had been a long time since she’s seen What’s-his-bucketson the train, so I shouldn’t get my hopes up. I didn’t doubt her either, because when rideshare dude went to Hawaii a couple months back I didn’t see Mr. Conductor Crush all week long.
Today, though, he was there.
And his hair is a little longer.
And he looks like he’s lost a little weight.
And he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt.
And he’s still cute as ever.
And, this is the worst one, I was still too shy to pipe up and say anything.
*headdesk*headdesk*headdesk*
Seeing him in all his cute glory did give me the impression that today is going to be a good day (ooh-wah-ooh*)
*bonus points to those of you who caught the Ice Cube reference.
