We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

I rode the greyhound from Banff to Regina.
The problem with Regina is that you can see it hours before you're even there.
(I guess that's the problem with Prairie cities in general)
If you couldn't see it, you wouldn't know it's coming.
You could just think, "I've got hours to kill."
You could just tell yourself that you don't have to deal with anything just yet.
I got anxious and ignored the woman next to me.
I guess her life story was important to someone.
I was just waiting for Regina to come.
I couldn't stop it.
I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I was going to do.
The kid across from my seat keeps telling her mom she's drowning when she jumps into the aisle.
You can pretend a lot of things, but you can't pretend the city isn't there.
As I get off I drag my feet.