continuing . . .
So I was back on the bus. It seems so odd being on a bus with people one does not know. I would just look out the window most of the time, taking in the scenery, or watch the people about me doing pretty much the same thing. I recall that the route from Pueblo to Grand Junction was pretty much the way my grandparents, my sister, and I traveled on the one and only trip to CO I ever took with my grandparents. I was constantly looking for signs which might jog my memory as to some of the places we had visited so many, many years earlier.
There was one thing I distinctly remember which I had never experienced or heard of happening. The bus broke down between stops. I remember the bus pulling over to the side of the road and wondering why we were stopping in the middle of what looked like nowhere, or if the bus driver was going to throw somebody off of the bus which does happen on occasion. It was odd, because the whole time we were broken down, hardly anybody got off of the bus. You would think that people would take the opportunity to get out and stretch, but I don't recall anyone doing it. I think what happened was that another bus was brought to our location, and all of the passengers were simply transferred from one to the other. Then off we went.
It was late at night when I finally got to Grand Junction. I caught a taxi at the bus station and told the driver to take me to a motel. I was only in the room about 15 min. and decided I was really hungry. After calling Quik and getting no answer where he lived, I called the front desk about a place to eat. As luck would have it, nothing was open at that time of night, but they suggested the bar accross the street from the motel might serve food. Well, whatever, I was starving.
So I go to this bar, and they don't have much of anything. I remember sitting at the bar and thinking, "I wonder if they'll even serve me," because I was under age according to CO law. There was hardly anybody in the place. The guy behind the counter said all they had was sandwiches. It was a tough choice because although I was definitely hungry, I'm also a very picky eater.
I started to curious as to what the name of the bar was, so I asked the guy. He said the name of the place was called the "Office". I was dumbstruck. I've always been curious by the little things in life which can be so totally awesome and yet so obscure to most individuals. Things which on the face of it mean nothing to most individuals except the few to whom they do. Superstitions would probably in the ball park.
I looked at the guy, unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it back to reveal a t-shirt I was wearing, and said, "You mean this place?" Underneath my flannel shirt, I was wearing a blue t-shirt with the words "Office Lounge" spelled out in white block letters.
What are the chances?
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