still in BFW

this is as far as i had gotten on this post when the power went out. nothing like the power going out because of a little bit of snow and wind to remind you that you still live in bumble.

my hat is on my lap as we pull into Santiago. after twenty hours squished into my seat having gotten up to use the facility ONLY ONCE, i am pretty anxious to get off the bus. and to escape the enormous blind man that is sitting next to me.

in the past week i have made plans to visit my friend who lives in santiago. he found a hostel for me to stay at and is basically my only contact in this virtually unknown city. we have decided that he is to meet me at the bus terminal at 1pm when the bus is supposed to arrive.

i am trying to politely take my leave of Enormous Blind Man as he is saying that if i'm not married in two years, i should look him up. this after he has asked me to describe my face and has, throughout the twenty excruciating hours of the bus ride, continually leaned over towards me and SNIFFED ME.

then a flush of doubt drains the color from my face.

what if he doesn't show up? what if we don't recognize each other? OH MY GOD what if he's not the person i met in Salta? WHAT IF HE'S SOME KIND OF KIDNAPPER OR CRAZY GUY!
i calmed myself down. if he looks crazy i can pretend i don't know him. i can run away. if he doesn't show up, i could just go in the bus terminal and look up the information. I'LL BE FINE!

i wait until everyone is off the bus. this is because Enormous Blind Man is waiting until everyone is off the bus. i am blocked by him because in my stupidity i gave up my aisle seat thinking to myself he's not going to need the window. so distracted am i that i forget the hat on my lap, and it falls to the floor of the bus as i stand, forever gone into the black hole of my life called South America.

i get off the bus and disappear to Blind Man forever. i wait nervously, enjoying the sunshine that my arrival has brought. where could he be? five minutes tick by.

to finish this quickly, my friend did, in fact, show up, and was not a psycho as i had feared. what was my point in writing this? hmm i don't remember so clearly now. oh well.