I can now check “Deserted school bus” off my list for Exotic Pumping Locales. It was stifling and fairly mortifying. I may be a semi-competent bilingual teacher, but I was an epic fail at explaining to the bus driver why I needed to return to the bus and why I needed privacy without giving any information. He must have thought I was a complete loon, sitting halfway back, wearing an apron around my neck, with a loud pulsating noise coming from my seat.
i’ve pumped everywhere, man… May 28, 2009