Turtle eyes and trying to ride the metro with a vacuum cleaner

 Has anyone ever wondered what Diana Spencer daughter would have looked like if she had had one?

I say Emily Wickersham who has turtle eyes just like Diana is a good pass and almost exact match with William before he lost his hair. She was also born months apart from Harry and could easily have been a hospital switch as girls tend to be smaller than boys.

Have you ever tried to get on a city bus with a vacuum cleaner?

Our new complex had two vacuums we could borrow while leaving our licenses at the front desk. Two weeks ago I returned my vacuum borrow and made sure to get my license. I have a gold bear, the new form of ID which requires a real birth certificate among other things.

Now the vacuums have gone missing and no one knows where they are. No one. The carpet in the hallway is getting dirty looking and one of the maintenance guys was good enough to vacuum at least once a day.

The fire alarms keep going off and I know from experience that dust can set them off. And the entire building has to exist when the one apartment sets off the alarm.

So I went to the thrift stores on Saturday ahead of the rain. The one which has the best prices was closed due to the COV on the weekend. The next one I had to walk around the corner and missed the third one because I found one in the corner. 

A large deluxe plastic one with the removable items and no sacks to buy. It was only 10 dollars and not 90 as the one I had seen at Salvation army. So, I bought it on the spot. 

Then I had to get on the bus with it and I had already gone shopping and had my water bottles in my former business computer case. 

All I had to do was cross the street to the bus stop at 7-11. It began to ran and I could not figure how to mount the vacuum properly without it falling over which it did on to the wet cement.

I got across the street to find it occupied with homeless men keeping out of the rain. But I flagged down the correct bus and he did not stop and it was raining. 

I had to be informed by the men I could join them and wait to the next one or walk to the other bus stop.

I was at the wrong bus stop, the one bus to OLD TOWN did not stop the entire first length of the street. It was at least a quarter of a mile to the next station where the grocery stores are and a single lonely tree with no foliage stood.

It began to rain hard and my electric device and I were not happy as I had to carry it and pull my traveling business bag without my walking stick.

I have a broken back and spinal scoliosis. I now have a c curve and lean like the tower of pisa to one side.

I had to wait with my umbrella over my head and the vacuum resting on my feet while two other routes went by me. This used to be the last of the old places where they still drove trucks on saturday nights and swung danced at the bars. 

It is now LGBT central and the men prefer to walk thier dogs while holding hands. Girls are suspect if you are not doing business inside the hold overs of the older community. I had to be yelled at by a white man about his black boyfriend, I am not sure why I was being yelled at but he was yelling and describing and I was shaking my head. 

And waiting for my bus. And Waiting in the rain. And not in front of the store I had exited.

Finally, the right route came and I got on with hands full and met an unmovable object. My mother was one of those that would not move out of the way. The woman was on crutches and I could not see with my glasses fogged. 

I managed to get around her and was sitting and waiting and the rest of the ladies were yelling. It seems she would not sit down and was blocking overbody and the driver had had enough. He would not move until she got off.

She would not get off. The supervisor got called and the police. She would not move nor get off. The bus driver would not move.

I moved to another space away from the front of the bus and told her she could stand there as I had but the chair up as if she was a wheel chair.

She refused me and the other ladies were yelling at her. They were African and she was not. We were the only ones on the bus and it was raining outside. 

We all wanted off the bus and if another bus had come, we were wiling to get off and walk to the other one while she and the driver continued their standoff.

The supervisor arrived and saw us all angry and it was raining outside. The woman with the crutches won over the driver. She got to go her one stop, she said she had scoliosis and could not sit. My back had begun to spasms out and I was trying not to yell at anyone because it is hard to have ones rib cage get disconnected over the stressfulness of dealing with everyday situations.

the two ladies jumped off as soon as they could cursing the driver. I waited. And got to go down hill very fast in the rain to the trolley station. 

I also remembered to get off at the last stop on Washington where the trolley stop is and not wait until we got around to Oldtown. Here I boarded scaring a man and his daughter as my vacuum fell over again and again as I tried to board with my glasses all stemmed up. 

I only had to go one stop and then all I had to do was step off and wait for the shuttle. I did not have to walk around the parking lot or go under the trains with stairs. 

I had arrived where I wanted to be, an hour later than I should but there was the shuttle coming. All the people under the bus cover told me to go first and I loaded my vacuum up the stairs, as shuttles have stairs and the man behind me handed me my bag of water bottles with a tilt to his back. 

I did thank him, although I prefer my belongings not to be touched. I also was informed of a new bus stop. It was just put in, right at the bottom of the hill leading to my new apartment.

IN other words, I got off at the driveway where I live with my vacuum cleaner, only having to walk in the rain to the grocery store bus stop and not having to carry it anywhere else. 

It did load on top of my business case and with a lean, I managed to go up hill to the apartment. I remember pushing my mothers car with others up this same driveway. 

I got yelled at as I tried to enter the security door. I turned around and got, you got a Vacuum! 

A hero's welcome for a long day of journey and almost being thrown off the bus due to my vacuum because I was sure it was me the lady with the crutches was complaining about. 

Anyways, could someone do a DNA sample of miss Emilie's beautiful long bleached blond hair and see if she is royalty or something?