my own jammie drama.
Katy and I began our journey that involved many many different Jammie shuttles after a nice afternoon of piercing and margaritas, like every afternoon should be. We hop on the shuttle at the campus down town to return to upper campus then onto the Liesbeeck Gardens shuttle from there. As we were on the first shuttle, a noise started from underneath the bus. Could have sounded like a flat tire, but it more sounded like something was stuck to the bottom of the bus…perhaps a dead body or something, but don’t worry, it was not a dead body…
On the downtown campus, studies the drama students. On this first Jammie shuttle, was Katy, me, and the drama troupe, clad in all black, many of them with elaborate green eye make up. Quite stereotypical. Well, when the Jammie started making said noise, the drama kids became quite dramatic, naturally. I felt that we were on a comedy show all of the sudden, the token leader of the drama troupe came out of his seat, and vividly walked off the shuttle, shouting at everyone that it was going to blow up, more students followed in saying the news trucks are coming. If this had been the Liesbeeck shuttle, nobody would have said a word, and everyone would have had very angry faces. I would not want to be stuck on a broken Jammie with anybody else besides the drama kids.
We all got off the shuttle to see what was happening, and two of the drama kids started recording a news cast on one of the girls phones, “Here we are, thirty-five UCT students, trapped on the side of the road, nowhere to go…” After discussing the situation, another Jammie shuttle came to save the day and we continued on our Jammie journey.
