We were driving up a mountain road one day when we encountered a bus coming down the mountain our way. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. What was unusual was the sign on the top front of the bus.
Hahahahahahaha. I laughed out loud when I saw it. Normally those signs say things like “Baltimore,” “Birmingham,” “Tampa,” or some other such destination, but “Recycled Teenagers?”
What could it mean?
I asked DH, and his response was that the bus was carrying delinquent teenagers headedfor rehabilitation. That made me laugh even more because as usual, our interpretations were exactly opposite.
I think the bus was filled with a bunch of old people pretending that they were teenagers again. To me, that’s a much more enjoyable thought that the bus was carrying seniors reclaiming their youth rather than delinquents trying to make a turnaround.
However, after thinking about it, I guess both evoke smiles and the promise of hope.