The Bus Stop – AI and the Writer/Actor

ChatGPT Prompt: write a comedic monologue about a woman who is waiting for the bus that isn’t coming.

The Monologue:

Ladies and gentlemen, gather ’round, gather ’round, because I’ve got a tale to tell that will leave you chuckling, scratching your heads, and questioning the very existence of public transportation. Yes, that’s right, I’m talking about the epic saga of me, myself, and I, the brave and bewildered woman who found herself in the clutches of the phantom bus that never was!

Picture this: a sun-soaked morning, birds chirping, the wind whispering sweet nothings through the trees. Ah, what a glorious day to venture forth and conquer the world, or at the very least, conquer the concept of punctuality. Armed with a crumpled schedule that might as well have been written in hieroglyphics, I set off on a noble quest – to catch the bus that was about as real as a unicorn playing poker with Bigfoot.

I strutted to my bus stop with the confidence of a squirrel on caffeine, a feat that could only be accomplished with several cups of the black elixir from the java gods. I glanced at my watch, a relic from a bygone era when people still wore watches – it said the bus should arrive at precisely “You’ve got to be kidding o’clock.” My anticipation was palpable. I mean, who wouldn’t be excited to witness the miraculous appearance of the elusive chariot of the masses?

As the minutes ticked by, my excitement began to wane faster than a toddler’s attention span in a toy store. I’d check my watch, then my phone, then the watch again, and every time, I’d discover that time was playing tricks on me. Minutes were turning into hours, days into weeks, and I half-expected to find a gray beard sprouting from my chin by the time that darn bus finally sauntered around the corner.

I contemplated my options – should I wait, or should I embark on a grand adventure to locate the fabled bus that seemed to have taken a detour through Narnia? My imagination ran wild. I imagined the bus driver, possibly a time-traveling pirate with a penchant for parallel universes, gleefully steering my missing bus through the cosmos, exchanging banter with Einstein and sipping on cosmic smoothies.

Oh, the tales I’d tell my future grandchildren – about the great bus chase of 2023, where I valiantly stood my ground, armed with nothing but a purse full of half-melted mints and an unyielding determination to stick it to the man, or in this case, the missing bus.

But alas, my friends, after a heroic wait that would put even the most patient of saints to shame, I reluctantly waved the white flag of surrender. I decided to walk, putting one foot in front of the other, as if to say, “You may have won this round, phantom bus, but I’ll triumph over your absence with every step I take.”

So, there you have it, the epic saga of the woman who stared down the abyss of the missing bus and emerged victorious – not with a ride to her destination, but with a story that will have you rolling in the aisles faster than that phantom bus never rolled up to the curb. Remember, my friends, in the grand tapestry of life, sometimes the missing bus is the real journey, and the journey is the real punchline.

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