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Sep. 23rd, 2005 10:32 pmI boarded the wrong bus, the one that didn't turn south at 48th Street.
I ended up getting off at 24th Street and Broadway, the part of town everyone tells me to stay away from.
I waited about ten minutes with an old woman who wasn't sure when the bus going back would arrive. I biked east to 40th Street, and arrived there only slightly after the bus did. Then I turned south. By then I passed a Room Store and a large office building with one of those 80's square-letter fonts declaring that a company with "SYSTEMS" in the name lived there.
It seemed everyone else was lost too. A car pulled over and someone with a thick French accent tried to ask me where Scottsdale was. I directed him north. There was a woman in the Circle-K who needed to know where ASU was. I told her to turn left at Mill. And in the parking lot, I saw a shiny vintage car playing some song from, at the latest, the 70's.
It was only as I finally pulled into my apartment complex, after I'd picked up my mail, when some guy started running alongside my bike saying "Where you goin? Where you goin?" just to scare me. That's never happened before, and fortunately it wasn't anywhere near my building.
Statistical anomalies, eh.
I ended up getting off at 24th Street and Broadway, the part of town everyone tells me to stay away from.
I waited about ten minutes with an old woman who wasn't sure when the bus going back would arrive. I biked east to 40th Street, and arrived there only slightly after the bus did. Then I turned south. By then I passed a Room Store and a large office building with one of those 80's square-letter fonts declaring that a company with "SYSTEMS" in the name lived there.
It seemed everyone else was lost too. A car pulled over and someone with a thick French accent tried to ask me where Scottsdale was. I directed him north. There was a woman in the Circle-K who needed to know where ASU was. I told her to turn left at Mill. And in the parking lot, I saw a shiny vintage car playing some song from, at the latest, the 70's.
It was only as I finally pulled into my apartment complex, after I'd picked up my mail, when some guy started running alongside my bike saying "Where you goin? Where you goin?" just to scare me. That's never happened before, and fortunately it wasn't anywhere near my building.
Statistical anomalies, eh.
