Rama was really ill a couple of weeks back (cough, cold, fever, the works). She's better, fully recovered now. But that threw us off our routine for a while. Because of the illness, the meds and general discomfort during the night, mornings were extra-difficult - we were both groggy and slow. As a result, we often missed the bus. We missed her school bus a few times. And, a couple of times going home, she was slow and tired so we also missed our usual bus. Worse, we see it pulling away from our stop, we make a dash for it, and we would still miss it, much to my chagrin.
This morning, still sleepy in bed, perhaps dreading another panicked run to the bus stop, she mused:
Rama: Don't you wish we were in Pilipinas? There, you'll never miss the jeeps. They're slow.
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