  I just got back from my little sabbatical at College Station. Apparently, the TV was not going to be delivered last Thursday; in fact it wasn't going to be delivered this WEEK. Instead, I spent most of the time hauling Stephen's crap up a flight of stairs in 100 degree weather and reading my World Religion textbook. I also spent a great deal of time using Windex on anything with a glass, leather, or metal finish (i.e. 3/4 of the entire apartment). I dropped my title as Krund: Destroyer of Worlds and metamorphicized into a more believable Krund: Polisher of Shiny and Expensive Things.
... On the way to College Station I got a first-hand look at how most Rednecks live their lives. Among the many items I saw whiz by at 60 miles per hour, I noticed an extremely worthwhile purchase. Spraypainted in white on the windshield of the tattered school bus were the mystifying symbols: FOR SALE, 95.00. I had a vision. A vision of an ultra-bus, customized to epic proportions. With a camouflage finish and hydraulic wheels, this mega transport would be the envy of the Hebron sports teams who are stuck in the uncomfortable school buses given to them for long trips. With surround sound, mini bar, and shag carpeting, this Uber Bus would be the biggest and most impressive investment in my lifetime. Of course, the thing probably had a family of raccoons nesting in its defunct engine compartment, and it would probably be cheaper to just buy a brand new Benz instead of spending every waking hour of the day on this potential Pimpmobile.
No matter what kind of future this treasure trove of a find would have been, my Mom just kept on speeding by, and I awaited my unknown Windex-involved doom at College Station. I guess I'll keep looking for a different hundred-dollar school bus elsewhere; I'm hoping to find another one of those Fundamentalist Baptist Church buses like we saw on the ride back, because the Holy Water tank in the back of the bus would be a great potential hottub in the renovation... 
