And it's been going well! Sure, there are some creepy people, but not as many as you would expect, since I think all of the really creepy ones are still sleeping off their hangovers at 7:30 a.m. (There is one woman on the bus that I ride in the afternoon that is not so much creepy as just nasty. She's humongously fat, like a walking bowling ball, with tiny little feet, and either her pants are too tight, or her legs are just disgusting, because the tops of her pant legs look like she has tons and tons kleenex stuffed in them. I think someone should buy her a mumu. Maybe I will try to organize a bus Christmas gift exchange and get her one. She sat next to me yesterday, and I was afraid that I was going to get eaten by her blobbishness, and all anyone would ever find of me would be my shoes, left on the floor of the bus.)
So anyways, things have been going well on the bus. I've learned my route, I've found the closest stop to my house, I haven't been late to work yet...everything's been great! So I should have suspected that it was too good to last. And, if I had suspected that, today I would have been proved right.
Not that this is anything new, but I was in a terrible mood this morning to begin with. Amazing, isn't it? Because I am normally just a total ray of sunshine! But not this morning. This morning, there was a giant black cloud floating over my head, just like in a cartoon, complete with miniature rain and lightning storm. This was, naturally, because I didn't get enough sleep. The kid decided that 4 to 6 a.m. would be a great time to talk about her day, how weird her dreams are, about how she picked up a cockroach by accident...the sort of stuff that everyone wants to talk about from 4 to 6 a.am instead of sleeping.
So anyways, I was sleepy and grumpy (and dopey) this morning, but I dragged myself out of bed, showered, brushed my teeth, all the normal stuff, and walked my tired ass down to the bus stop. I will now give you a minute-by-minute breakdown of what happened next:
- 7:15--Arrive at bus stop. Lean back against pole holding big blue and red sign that says "The Bus Stops Here" and "Route #6" and wait.
- 7:16-7:24--Continue to wait for bus, while watching how crazily people drive and being glad that I don't have to suffer road rage from driving with them.
- 7:25--See #6 bus pull onto street and start heading towards me. Bus does not appear to be slowing, so I wave at it to get the driver's attention.
- 7:26--Watch bus drive right past me without stopping.
- 7:27--Stare helplessly after quickly disappearing bus.
- 7:27-7:35--Race my ass down the street to the big bus station, where I know there is another bus that heads to the same general area that I want to go to.
- 7:35-7:40--Stand outside of parked bus while bus driver wanders around the station.
- 7:40-8:10 (and bear in mind that I am supposed to be to work at 8:00)--Take different bus in the general direction of my work, but by a much different route. Instead of driving through nice residential neighborhoods, with schools and houses all around, we went down Central, which is one of the nastiest, creepiest streets in the whole city. There were tons of creepy people on this bus.
- 8:10-8:20--Take a second bus to my work, arriving 20 minutes late.
As you can see from the above chart, I did not have a good morning. And frankly, I am reconsidering my decision to ride the bus. Creepy people are one thing...creepy people and being late for work...it was a bit much for me. But of course, I have to ride it home this afternoon. So when I see that bus driver, I think I am going to kill him by stuffing my bus pass down his throat. Or maybe I will wait until after I get off and then call the cops and report a drunken bus driver. Then at least he will have an excuse for not picking me up.
