I was sitting on bus one (of two, eventually 3) chatzin away on gchatz and all of a sudden I see a mirror graze the window near me.. and as the bus progressed forward, the mirror keeps sliding back until there was a POP. The bus driver made some noise- thinking that the hooligans in the back dropped something- and after MUCH discussion he finally believed us that he had hit a HUGE truck and the back window cracked. IT WASN’T OUR FAULT.
I sat there while he chatted with capmetro, talked to the guy behind us in traffic and wrote down some nonsense. It was raining, of course. I had plans to meet friends and time was definitely an issue- so I hopped off the bus, walked up the road and stood at another stop- creating my own detour- which took me to bus #2, now #3 and I arrived home in a timely matter.
The bus driver did ask if any of us saw anything. I told him I did, he said “YOU DID?!” almost in a manner in which I questioned if I did, or made me reconsider if I should be saying anything –or if he wanted us to even answer. So when I evacuated the bus, much like 15 other people did- I felt as if I bailed a house fire, leaving one mean, but loveable… bulldog behind.
The bus I rode this morning had the same bus driver. Glad he got to keep his job, but was switched the morning route. I like riding the same bus at about the same time everyday- the same characters ride it with me.
A few of them I see regularly fit these descriptions…
- The lady who is overly dressed- wearing too many scarves, too many jackets and has trouble sitting down-
-the ‘thugish’ characters, too cool for the bus, waddling to the back barely holding up their jeans
-the sisters, or cousins- that no matter how warm it is- sit way to close and huddle very close and whisper in Spanish.
-the lady who wears way too much makeup- which makes her look older than she actually is- or maybe that’s the cigarettes.
-the old man who can barely stay awake long enough to swipe his card, find his seat- oh he’s out.
- the youngsters- which weren’t present today- no school
-the blind man- who is blind when crossing the street, blind when sitting- but I saw him at Whataburger last week and seems to get around just fine.
-the person who sits too close, and smells bad- every bus has one.
-OH the lady who talks on her cell phone too loud.. “I GOT A NEW CELL PHONE, I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE NUMBER, WHAT YOU CAN TELL ME THE NUMBER? I DON’T HAVE A PEN.” ….. “I GOT A NEW PLAN TOO, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IT.” Or sometimes it’s in a different language, and it’s less annoying.
-& let us not forget the drunk transient – drinking liquor from a Gatorade bottle, who’s calling it iced tea.
