Ok, if I strain my brain I guess I can understand why someone might want to rent a bus for their bachelor/bachelorette party. What I don’t understand is why the bus lurks near the entrance to the Stafford Street CVS most days. Or why the bus company’s website looks like it belongs on Geocities.
Travel a bit northwest of Auburn to a place where we don’t worry about flying girls and frenetic boys. If you’re late for work, tell the boss you stopped to let a turtle cross by you on Peter Salem Road. What’s with all that rushing around, anyway? Roll down your window and enjoy life for a few minutes or a few hours, or however long it takes that turtle to cross the road.
Nicole, Worcester 