Commuter Diaries – Week 3
The absolute last thing I feel equipped to deal with this morning is rain. Ugh. To add insult to injury – it’s windy too. And you know what happens to umbrellas in the wind. And it’s dark. I feel silently jealous of the skinny blonde woman I saw working out in my building gym this morning. I would much rather be up at 5:00 am to workout than commute to work. Such is the life of the average commuter – where torturous gym workouts rank higher than riding the bus!
I drag my rain-soaked, windswept, sleep-deprived body onto the bus and join the rest of my “there must be more to life than this” fellow commuters.
There are two bus drivers on board this morning, one to drive and one to commiserate on a bad commuter experience the day before. A woman had phoned transit ops to complain about his slow driving during heavy fog yesterday morning – while she was standing next to him. “Would she have liked it if you’d ended up in the ditch,” the driver responded. “Huhumph,” the other replies.
A valid point I thought.
This bad weather is definitely making everyone miserable. I think the idea of a refreshment cart on the bus could solve things. Giving people access to free coffee in the morning would improve their mood drastically.
As Joan boards the bus, she’s lugging a suitcase behind her instead of her standard carry bag. I wonder if she’s going away somewhere nice. Joan goes to sit down just as Harvey goes to reclaim “his” seat that someone just vacated. It all happened in a strange slow motion as Harvey crossed Joan’s path and tripped over her foot and was almost propelled into some poor woman’s lap. Luckily, he grabbed onto a pole to stop himself.
Joan took her seat looking mildly embarrassed, as Harvey seemed to shrug it off. The woman who almost had Harvey in her lap was trying to pretend nothing had happened.
I think this calls for a double-shot of caffeine this morning (and no pastry).