|The Baltimore National Aquarium|
|The fabulous National Aquarium in Balitmore and IT IS FABULOUS!|
And the kids wasn't the only problem. Since we didn't have that many people going this morning (20 versus the usual 45 or so), the organizers decided to take the 'short bus.' Well, I didn't know what a 'short bus' was but I sure did find out fast. Here is another name for it:
|The "Short Bus"(aka NO LEG ROOM)|
|Not a Happy Ron|
|A sardine can (the way I felt today-squashed)|
Now I'm not a heavy guy (163 and losing) but I am tall (6'3") with LONG 93 (36 inseam) legs. When I got on the short bus and squeezed my long legs into my seat I knew I was in for a very uncomfortable ride. And oh how right I was. You know how tight the airline seats are in the common class? Think twice a tight in the 'short bus'. OMIGOD. Two and a half hours of cramped torture. And then to ad insult to injury the tour director says "This is the shore bus, isn't it wonderful?" Well she could say that because she's one of their little bird like old ladies that weighs at the most 98 pounds soaking wet. She's maybe 4'9''. I'm being punished again for being tall. Then, to top everything else off she says "This bus has seatbelts so everyone please belt up!" I DON'T THINK SO! First, I could even find my seat belt but if I did I would put it on anyway because it didn't make any difference the way I was squuzed in my seat! That bus could have rolled over a dozen times and I would still be in my seat.
ARE YOU KIDDING?
The only saving grace of the whole trip was a couple came on late and the only seats left was one next to me and one next to the only other gay guy on the bus who was sitting opposite me. The gal sat next to him and her hunky boyfriend sat next to me. So, even though I was stuffed into my seat at least I got to ride hip to hip with a hunk.
|My seatmate and his girlfriend (and my finger at the top of the picture - I still haven't learned how to use my iPhone camera properly)|
More about my trip on tomorrow's blog. As I said earlier, I just got in and I have to decompress from all that screaming and being squeezed like a sardine for five hours.
I just figured out why they call it a "Short Bus"...it's for SHORT PEOPLE!