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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

A few Old Stories....I am a bit behind!

Well good day to all! My computer is actually cooperating with me today so lets see if I can make sense of the quick notes I jot down in order to remember all my bus happenings. I have actually asked a few of you for bus stories before but I have gotten only one....I am surprised! I know crazy happens on all buses not just the 217! So If you would like to share your stories with me I would love to add them to my blog! Just send them to So a friend of mine who has ridden the bus for many years told me an interesting story.  She had gotten on the bus and grabbed a seat in the first row.  Shortly after a lady across the way gets her attention and tells her that the row she is sitting in is reserved for handicapped and elderly people. To which she replies, yes I know, and asked if the lady needed to sit there.  The lady said "no" but proceeded to tell her this same information about 3 more times!  Here is my question....are you supposed to leave the seat open or take it and just move if a handicapped person or elderly person should enter the bus?  I figure it works like the handicapped stall in the restroom.  If you are next in line its all yours....unless there is a handicapped person and then they trump you.  Maybe I have these rules all wrong.  Who knows, I might have offended masses of people on the bus and in the bathroom!  If so, may this serve as my apology. Unless more people side with me and in that case, get in line folks!

The other day one of our usual bus drivers picked us up and we proceeded down the road to a few more stops before we got on the freeway.  I noticed the bus driver closed the door and in a minute she opened it up again.  I never saw anyone get on so I was wondering what was going on.  In a minute I see her waving her arms a bit. I wasn't sure if she was signaling to someone outside the bus or what.  Next thing you know she grabs her water bottle, takes the cap off, and slings water towards the door.  I am HIGHLY confused at this point. Then she starts fussing and I managed to make out something about a bug.  That lady slung water all over the front of that bus and who knows if that bug was out.....but sure looked like a dang monsoon had happened up there.

The other morning I make in onto the bus and grab one of the last seats in the bus.  I'm sitting int the aisle next to a gentleman I see frequently.  I get myself situated and such and am preparing for my little siesta when out of the corner of my eye I see him looking at me.  I turn to look at him and he looks away.  I thought "do I have a booger?".  I proceed with my nestling in for my nap and I feel him looking at me.  So I glance back his way. He quickly looks straight ahead.  WEIRD.  I closed my eyes for a moment enjoying the back of my eyelids when I wondered what the man was doing now.  So I open my eyes and he is looking towards me but just past me.....hhhmm. He is really creeping me out at this point.  I glare at him trying to let him know he has been stop! I close my eyes and start to drift off when I can feel his leg brush mine. OH NO....I can't handle this.  So I sit straight up, move as far towards the aisle as I can and glare at him.  I am not sitting there a second or two before I see him relax his leg and it brushes me again. GGGEEEERR....why I don't have more guts in these situations I don't know. I should have said a thing or two to him but I didn't.  I sat my chair straight up.  Grabbed my purse and scooted it more towards him so he would hit it and maybe not me and leaned in towards the aisle enough to where he knew he was a huge inconvenience to me at this point.  My skin was crawling!  The second I got to my stop I jumped out of my seat and ran for it! I would like to implement a new rule, you touch me more than once I taze you! 

1 comment:

  1. No idea why you never say anything to these people. That one guy sounds just plain rude and creepy.