(before you read this: I’m pretty new to Reddit, so there are still some things about posting and formatting I’m getting used to/figuring out. If this is the wrong place for a story like this, I apologize, i read a few of the others and it seemed like a good fit. I am likewise sorry if the formatting is hard to read, I think…. I did it right? If anyone has any suggestions for formatting, please let me know. EDIT: Okay apparently the italics didn’t work from the copy paste.)
The charter bus is a warm welcome from the bitter cold outside. Together, the two of us make our way to the two seats in the very back of the bus, down the aisle and to the left, right in front of the bathroom. Every year our art school makes this trip, a few hours by bus to the various art museums in Chicago. There we spend the day looking at various pieces, and wandering the city shopping and eating. It was good fun, there were many lovely items on display, good pizza to be had, and even a stop off at an ice cream place that we enjoyed despite the late autumnal chill in the air.