Let Sleeping Dogs Lie...

It’s been a long day at University.

The time is last year. We’re on a Winnipeg bus, and this is where I learn to let sleeping dogs lie…

The bus had been going for five minutes, and my eyes were getting heavy. I was starting to fall asleep, but unfortunately I was in the aisle seat. Basically the only option was to lean straight forward and rest in the awkward, tense 90-degree neck position.

And this is what I went for. I drifted off into a surprisingly comfortable nap, as I dreamed about homework and studying. For people who live in Winnipeg, this was around confusion corner that I drifted off.

I awoke peacefully 20 minutes later around Bishop Grandin Blvd with my head resting on the man’s lap beside me.

The man was a middle-aged business type that could have easily been my dad. In my groggy state, I put two and two together and figured in my aisle seat, leaning forward to sleep, the bus must have turned causing my head to be gracefully thrown onto this man’s lap. And in my sub-conscious level of awareness, I must have thought “oh great, a pillow” and nothing else.

Oh what great stress University puts you under.

So as I awoke, and took my regular upright sitting position, I blankly starred forward. Straight forward. There could have been seventeen pink unicorns outside the bus window, but I was starring STRAIGHT forward.

In the next few minutes I raced through my brain trying to think of something I could say to make it all better. But it was in those few minutes that I learned to – no pun intended – “let sleeping dogs lie…”

Next Week's Hint: Easy come, easy go!