Tuesday, November 29, 2005 Plan to allow some extra time
Making false starts on blog posts is humiliating. Can't do anything anyhow. Today a dude fussed at me because I offered him a haircut card, and he NEVER takes them, and he has BEEN ASKED twelve times, and EACH TIME HE HAS SAID NO. How I didn't file that information deep within my heart to spare him the heartache of repeated polite "No thank you"'s, I'll never know. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry. I am so glad I will never see you again.
Later I was looking for change for the bus and getting nervous, because I searched and searched and only came up with $1.55. Then I found a secret stash of quarters in a hidden pocket of my purse. I felt a pang in blowing them on bus fare, because those were supposed to be for pool. Also, they were covered in white powder, and I was confused until I remembered the time I accidentally knocked over a box of powdered laundry soap into my open purse a few months ago.
Life, you know, it takes a lot out of you.
Oh, more bus: I was waiting for a ghost bus that never came, to get me to work, and the bus that finally did come, half an hour after the ghost bus was due, was packed with people. People were standing in the aisle all the way up to the yellow line. I was standing up there, too, staring at the MTA's photocopied memorial to Rosa Parks, when we stopped just past North Ave., and a crowd of fifteen people stared up sadly at us. The driver started telling everyone to move to the back, and people started trudging and elbowing and stepping. Standing in the exact center of the bus were two dudes talking about how much they hated taking the bus this time of day.
I didn't think to step on their feet as I shoved to get past, because I just assumed there were more people behind them. Turtles all the way down. It was just them, though. Behind them there were places to stand and even free seats.
I was puzzled for the rest of the ride to work. I assure those of you with no firsthand experience that standing in the direct center of the bus holds no advantages whatsoever over standing anywhere else on the bus. You are still on the damn bus. Also, if they'd moved back like reasonable people, no one would have had to shove past them. If I had a time machine, I would frivolously abuse it in situations like these. posted by Frenz | 11/29/2005 10:43:00 PM
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