I've been taking the 560 regularly now since December 29th to minimize my walking. I found out that I did indeed fracture my middle toe on Christmas Day playing with my nephew.
Today I had to stand for a little bit on the bus. I offered the open seat to one of the regular riders (he is older). He asked me if I had a nice holiday and I said I did. I asked him if he did and he did. He continued to talk and was telling me about his adventure of scoping out a college for his son. I was in need of finding a seat so after we made a stop I announced that I was going to grab one of the open seats in the rear. I felt bad because I know he wanted to talk but my foot was throbbing.
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It was just one of those morning when nothing seems to go right. I slept through my alarm which I only use as a backup because I never sleep that late. The hot water in the shower was lukewarm at best and when I went to leave the house I couldn't find my left shoe. When I opened the front door I saw for the first time that day that we had 2 feet of fresh fallen snow so now I had to go search for my boots. I hoped both the left and the right ones would be together. Ok, let's see - I have my purse, my brown bag lunch and a plastic Walmart bag for by shoes - I am ready to go. Things were going well now - at least for the first three steps when I slipped on the ice, dropped my lunch and then landed on it. Darn was that egg salad on my coat? I'll just have to go out for lunch. I put my things in the car and started to clean off the windows. It was that light fluffy snow - or so I thought. Underneath the snow was a layer of thin ice. You know the kind - it takes forever to scrap it off. Just what I needed, another set back. I was running at least 45 minutes behind now and I knew the traffic was going to be slow. After 10 minutes of scraping and scraping and scraping I finally got in the car. Why didn't I turn it on to warm up while I was scraping? If I had I would have known that it wasn't going to start and I wouldn't have had to spend those 10 minutes in the cold for no reason. I can't believe it. I trudge back into the house to call a towing service to have my car jumped. They were running about two hours behind so I decided to take the bus. Lucky for me there is a stop just a block from my house. I actually made it there with no mishaps. It was only a short while before I saw the bus coming down the street. I stepped out to the curb to be ready when it stopped. Unfortunately I was a bit premature and hadn't noticed the car that would pass by first. Splash!!! Dirty cold slush all over me. Well maybe it washed off the egg salad. When I stepped on the bus I saw him - an older man with a sad look about him. He was talking to another passengers, who was listening only out of politeness, about his son going off to school and the price of tuition. I could tell he just needed someone to talk to - someone to listen - even if it was about nothing important. At the next stop several seats opened up and the other passenger, with good-natured teasing, offered up the closest seat to the older gentleman saying it was because he was older. Then, the other passenger limped to a seat in the back. I could see the look on the older gentleman's face. He knew the real reason he was offered that seat and I saw the sadness and loneliness set back in. Maybe my day wasn't so bad after all.
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