I hate the transit.
Remember how I used to love it?
Oh how the turn tables.....
Let me tell you about hoop girl.
Hoop Girl is one of the biggest strugglers of our time.
She's one of those that sprints with a backpack on. She never walks. Only sprints.
Everyone knows a sprinter.
Whether it was in middle school, high school or college. There's always that one kid that HAS TO GET WHERE THEY ARE GOING. With a backpack on.
And everyone knows how awkward that looks.
I guess that's why turtles go so slow.
Cause they have something on their backs.
And they don't want to look like this.
Yesterday...
She brought something with her on the transit.
A GIANT HOOP.
It wasn't even a hula hoop. It was just a hoop. A big, heavy, orange hoop.
It was like watching a toddler struggle with the yellow shape box game where they have to fit the square piece through the square hole and always get it wrong.
To her credit, she did eventually figure it out.
And then guess who she sat by.
And then she decided she wanted some gum.
Confession, I just watched her struggle for a few minutes.
And then I get a text from my friend sitting behind me.
I went into that awkward mode where you're laughing really hard but you cant make any noise so you're crying and shaking and I couldn't stop.
It was an event.
A circus event.
And she was the ring leader.
With her big, giant, orange hoop.
