What Do Shea Butter and Public Transportation Have in Common??
Put Both of them together and you have an afternoon of me riding around the city lost for a total of 1 hr.
The things a girl will do for her afro.
I don’t have a car at the moment and as a result I am at the mercy of the bus. I thought the trip would take no less than twenty minutes and according to my handy-dandy trip planner it should have. But that would have been too easy.
I ended up 1/2 hr away from my destination and had to walk in the middle of no where.
I was honked at and winked at. I was wearing adorable shoes which were mistreated by the harsh gravel and intense distance I had to endure before the next bus stop.
Finally I made it to the store and got my shea butter. But before I got to the store I was walking like a mad woman attempting to run and stay fashionably appealing while doing it. I lost the battle.
My face glistened from an 1 hrs worth of panicking and cursing my ill fortune of the day. To top it all of, the fro gods were not with me.
The lesson out of all this? Bring popcorn on my next bus trip and wear sneakers. Ugly ones.