The long road to San Bernadi

In case you've never been there, it is pronounced "san-ber-na-dAYE". I can't tell you how to get there. I can't offer you local fashion tips, or tell you how to properly dress for the climate.

I can't, because it doesn't exist. It's an invention of a young man that has literally 'missed the bus'. Not that he was late. He and his three traveling companions were there in plenty of time. But something told me that he spent more time developing his gang-banging thug image, than he did studying in school.

The Greyhound driver politely tried to explain to him that hers was the bus he wanted. She tried to get him to understand what an abbreviation is. He didn't quite get it.

"Bitch, I can read. That bus is going to San Bernadi. I'm going to San Bernadino."

The next bus to San Bernadi was 6 hours later. I wondered if he might grasp the concept of abbrev. by then.