For better:
Bus chicks never need AAA.
Last night, we went to dinner with some friends. Since they live in the neighborhood, they were kind enough to pick us up at my place on the way to the restaurant. I must admit, I was grateful for the warm, door-to-door service (what is with this wind, anyway?). After dinner, we returned to their car to discover…a flat tire. And just like that (wind or no wind), I was missing my short wait for the bus.

For worse:
Bus chicks sometimes embarrass their mothers.
Since it’s Easter, I decided to attend church with my mother. I knew I’d go back to my parents’ place after church, and since they live across the street from the best blading path in the city, I decided to bring my roller blades. I also decided to bring my laptop, in case I had time to work. I arrived at church, dressed up in my Easter best, with a shopping bag loaded with roller blades and wrist guards hanging from one shoulder, and my laptop-and-power-cord-laden bus-chick bag slung over the other. If my mother hadn’t let me store all that stuff in her trunk during the service, I would have taken up an entire pew by myself.