MONGOLIAN BARBECUE

mongolian.jpg Sometimes buses scare me. Like when a real big one comes around a corner real slow-like. I think they're after me. Not the driver, no, that would be too normal. That really happens to people. I mean the bus itself. The driver's just a helpless pawn, you see. Maybe the bus has suctioned out his brains, leaving a hollow bone cup. And sometimes the bus stops right outside my window, like now. It's right out there, waiting. You'd think it would be easy to avoid a bus, but it's not. You're relatively safe in small, cramped spaces where a bus can't go, but sooner or later you have to go out in the open. And buses are very patient. And then when you're out in the open, say you have to go to the art center to draw naked ladies, and there's the bus! And when you see it, you're kind of paralyzed with fear, you can move, but really really slow, like it would take you until tomorrow to get to that doorway and safety. And the bus is coming now, taking its time, toying with you, because it can see you're paralyzed. And the only thing you can think of to do is to scream at the top of your lungs "Bus! BUUUUUSSSSS!!" And the bus veers off at the last second and continues down the street. And now the hard part is continuing to your destination, because people are staring at you. They have no clue. And it's no good trying to explain it to them, it just seems to make things worse.So you just pull yourself together. Shake it off, baby! And you just walk down the street like you don't have a care in the world. If you can bring it off, maybe you can whistle a little something. But be careful, because you might throw up. That happened once.