How I do things

If I'm ten feet away from my bus stop corner and the bus blows right by, I don't just stand there, teary-eyed, as I call my job to tell them I'll be late, no sir. I dash down Hollywood Boulevard, cut up Cherokee, and catch up with the bus at Cahuenga, because I AM ALL THAT IS MAN.

Do not ask me how many times I have tried this manuever and failed, because the answer is three.

Also do not ask me how well my legs work right now, because the answer is not very well, thank you.