The day after our beach excursion we experienced a flood on our street. We thought we were safe from going to classes down the street. Usually we walk through the mean streets of our neighborhood, past the chicken stand, the liquor stand, the sandwich stand, the drunk guy on 3rd who can't stand, but this time the streets were flooded up to our knees. In a delightful haze we decided to buy some wine and rum boxes so we can deal with our problems AND celebrate the day away. I gave Emma some money. I told her to buy me a bottle of wine and a little surprise. I was thinking more along the lines of a chocolate bar or some cute digestive cookies. Homegirl bought me a flask of aged rum. Emma I love thee.
There we were, the gang drinking wine on the stoop of our building watching the streets flood more and more as our minds flooded in white wine. Then we see this:
It's our school bus. They had come through the flooded streets to pick us up so we won't miss a day of school. If you look closely, the door of the bus doesn't shut all the way.
We eventually made it to class... wine bottles and anger in hand.
foto thanks to miss steph jones!
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