Riding the bus in my boxers
By jojo Story ID: 1
One rainy Saturday summer morning, I got up early to work out with a group of friends in one of London’s big parks. The park is called Hyde Park. And the workout is called bootcamp. I normally do this on weekends, as I like starting the weekend with a good workout. And getting ready for this has all become part of a little routine. However, this time the routine got thrown off by an umbrella. I normally wouldn’t bring an umbrella. But it rained pretty bad this morning.
Anyways, I put on my workout gear (normally just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts), packed water and gloves in my bag, put in my earphones with happy music, grabbed the umbrella and ran downstairs to the street. I walked for a few minutes to the bus-stop and then waited another few minutes for the bus. The bus came, I got on, paid and walked upstairs on the red double-decker.
After I have been on the bus for a while, halfway jamming along to some rocky happy songs and checking out the life in the streets, I notice something..
HOLY CRAP..!! I am sitting on the bus in my underwear? NOOOOOOOO…..! MY UNDERWEAR..!!?? How is this even POSSIBLE..?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…!!!!
I resign and realise I am probably the biggest idiot on any bus anywhere in London.. What is WRONG with me..?? Am I getting Alzheimer’s ALREADY..??
With a guilty look on my face, I look right, look behind, look around. No-one in staring at least..
How embarrassing..! I had walked to the bus-stop happily listening to music in my boxers. People must have looked at me and laughed like kids..! Or maybe they didn’t even care.. Just another guy in his underwear..?
Now what? What to do? I need to get off – now..! I hit the stop button and awkwardly walk down the stairs with the umbrella covering my crotch, getting off onto the streets.
I’m standing in the streets. Its raining. A lot. But the umbrella is not sheltering me from the rain. Its shielding my underwear from the public. Its like a scene from a really, really bad movie. For a second I laugh a little at my stupidity.
Its before 10:00 in the morning, and I want to find a way to go to bootcamp! I have less than 30 minutes until it kicks off. I just don’t have a pair of shorts! I REALLY WANT TO GO TO BOOTCAMP..!! I look around and wonder if any stores are open so I can buy a pair of shorts, but nothing is open yet.
What to do..? If I go back home, get dressed and then start all over again, I will be late. Option discarded.
Wait! I have shorts at work! And my work-place is on the way! Brilliant! For a flash of a second, I feel like a genius!
Such was my desire to get to bootcamp this morning, that I got back on the bus – in my boxer. Then got off the bus and onto the tube 10 minutes later. Still in my boxer. Then got off the tube at Liverpool Street station (one of the busiest stations in London), walked THROUGH Liverpool Street station – in my boxer, walked another 7 minutes to get to work – in my boxer, got to work, showed the concierge my ID – still in my boxer, got upstairs to my workplace, put on a pair of shorts, ran back down, got on the tube, got to Hyde Park and made bootcamp just in time!
A memorable Saturday morning of my life.. :)