Every morning I take the same bus with the same people to the Transit Center ( they don’t call it a Park and Ride anymore ).
I like my bus driver, I like most of the people I ride with.
” Most ” being the keyword here.
One of the passengers is, as a very young commuter once pointed out, a ‘motor mouth’.
She will ask me a question and then answer it herself.
So I let her do all the talking.
Does she do that to the other passengers?
And in the event I can get a word edgewise I’m always wrong.
And then there are the three jackasses on the second bus I catch.
These three guys all get on the commuter bus together- they each take a seat, put there backpacks or jackets or whatever next to them and then they lower the backs of their seats so far that it’s impossible to sit behind them.
And then they pretend to sleep- so nobody sits next to them and you can’t get to the seat behind them without climbing over one seat to take the one they’re not using as a futon.
So this morning when my alarm went off and before I opened my eyes I saw those four doughy faces and I wondered if it was possible that today is the we get hit by a planet killer asteroid and the earth turns to dust or we get zapped by a gamma ray and if today is not the day, what can I do to make it happen?
But I got myself up, did my morning routine went to my bus stop and did I play with my phone, stand on the corner away from the Motor Mouth like a couple of other people have taken to do after hearing her ‘talk’ to me?
I said my good morning and looked straight and stood a few feet away from her.
When she started with our one way conversation I stopped her mid sentence and said, ” I’m sorry. Were you talking to me?”
When the bus showed up I got on and prepared for round two on the Commuter Bus.
My little sleeping beauties were settled into their seats and I chose one, sat right behind him, pulled out my notebook ( and not the electronic ones, it’s an old school binder and weighs about five pounds ) and used his head rest as a table.
When he turned around to glare at me I said ” Oh gee, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”
” Can you move that?” he asked.
” No. It’s pretty heavy and I’m stuck.”
He got up, moved to the seat occupied by his jacket and as he did a woman with the big, I mean a HUGE purse sat next to him.
She proceeded to pull her phone out of her bag and and as she did I saw her elbow her seatmate a few times.
With my compliments, I thought merrily to myself.
At this point I may have said it out loud though.
At least, I hope I did.
So this morning before I opened my eyes I guess I had revenge in my heart.
And when my eyes were completely opened it sort of poured out of me like chocolate from one of those giant chocolate fountains they have had weddings and fancy parties.
It’s funny how that happens sometimes.