I donkt think itks my imagination that when I stand waiting for the bus with a group of people that the bus stops directly in front of my with disproportionate frequency. As if bus drivers instinctively know how important I am.
If only the rest of the universe followed their lead!
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Crazy Man on the bus
Oh, New York.
I waited for the Limited bus.
To save time.
Who knew there would be a crazy, and it appears drunk man on the bus.
It started with the statement "all white people in the back."
Then he hit the window and spat. Not sure why. Then he almost got into a tussle with another passenger.
The bus driver stopped and asked if he could behave and then kept driving for a bit. This angered the other passengers who were not afraid to yell.
He stopped again near a cop car and 2 passengers got out t get the police. The man stumbled off before anyone came over.
It could have gotten violent. It didn't and I'm glad. It reveals the anger seething just below the surface. Not only in the man, but in the other passengers.
It's like 8:15 am. Angry already?
I waited for the Limited bus.
To save time.
Who knew there would be a crazy, and it appears drunk man on the bus.
It started with the statement "all white people in the back."
Then he hit the window and spat. Not sure why. Then he almost got into a tussle with another passenger.
The bus driver stopped and asked if he could behave and then kept driving for a bit. This angered the other passengers who were not afraid to yell.
He stopped again near a cop car and 2 passengers got out t get the police. The man stumbled off before anyone came over.
It could have gotten violent. It didn't and I'm glad. It reveals the anger seething just below the surface. Not only in the man, but in the other passengers.
It's like 8:15 am. Angry already?
Monday, August 3, 2009
in response to the athiest and diest bus campaigns in London...
The heavens declare the glory of God. I don't think he needs city buses.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Free Ride
There are those somewhat rare occaisions when you board a CTB (that's "Cross Town Bus" to you uninitiated) and instead watching you make the expected payment, the driver covers the card reader with his/her hand and waves you on board. Even though it's actually because the reader is broken, it feels like you are getting away with something. There's a small leap of joy inside and I think, "Can you do that? Awesome!" Remarkably, I feel that way even when I am carrying an unlimited ride metrocard.
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