Late Again!

Once again SMART is Late! What's the point of having a schedule?
Last evening's conversation was not politically correct. It involved a generalization regarding a Christian denomination. A regular rider pointed out the error in the statement. Way to go "Rosa Parks"!

Baby fun...

Today I had the pleasure of being entertained/annoyed by a cute baby who wanted my Nook really bad.  Really needed a diaper change bad too, but he was cute nevertheless...

Not my week for taking the bus!

This has not been my week for taking the bus. Tuesday, I decide to leave early and catch the 4:18pm - bus drove right past while I was walking to the stop; then as I was waiting for the next one, it rained. Hard. Wednesday, I attempted the same. Bus driver yelled at us for not waving him down and causing him to stop sharply. Number one, he was late, so he was speeding to begin with, and two, it's a regular stop. So he should have at least slowed to see if anyone was there. This morning? Bus never showed up. Waiting for the 7:02am until quarter after. Then said the heck with it - drove in. And brought two stowaways with, as well. Needless to say, SMART has a nastygram in their inbox.

Its Like Beauty Shop

Crowded this morning on the bus. Two women behind me are chatting and reminiscing like it's a beauty shop. Very entertaining though.

Driver is an ass!

Bus was coming like a bat out of hell.  It's a regular stop, so I figured he'd slow.  He wasn't.  This African American lady I was with waved like crazy and he screeched to a stop.  Whereupon he proceeds to say in a nasty voice, "You might want to wave next time, ladies.". We did, ya buttmunch!

Last Wednesday

The bus was running late last Wednesday which seems to be a new trend lately.  I boarded the full bus and upon paying and assessing where I may plop my rear I nearly tripped over a pile of plastic bags.  I sat on the opposite side of where the woman with the numerous bags and a winter coat were spilling into the aisle.  I could see she was bending the ear of the woman trapped beside her. The trapped woman was being polite but not totally engaged in the conversation.  The woman was pulling items out of one of her plastic bags looking intently for something.  It turns out she found her antibacterial ointment and a bandage and proceeded to bandage her finger.  She was talking about how lovely the neighboring woman's complexion was and how she remembered her grandmother using cold cream every night.  This woman was so into her chatting that she had missed Seven Mile completely and proceeded to ring the bell for the next stop all the while being concerned about getting to her girl friend's place.  A gentleman who was conversing with the driver helped the woman with the numerous plastic bags of stuff  off the bus and we went on our way.  As I sat there I glanced back three seats and noticed a man who was totally out of it and trying to stay upright in his seat as if he was on a completely different form of transportation - let's say a roller coaster. It was like watching a slow moving accident waiting to happen.  And wouldn't you know it, a short while later the bus braked to avoid running into something and the man hit his head on the seat in front of him.  I'm sure it hurt like hell but all he could do was to cup his face.  The man couldn't even keep his eyes open.  It was like watching a real live version of the Three Stooges.  The last thing I found amusing that morning was the numerous gawkers at an accident at I-75 and Gratiot, (near Eastern Market). There was a man who abandoned his scooter in the street to lean over the concrete wall to watch the goings on as if he were cured of a crippling disease. Some mornings are just chock full of amusing things.
bus rides = entertainment.

Bring out the Paddy-Wagon!

Got on the bus yesterday to head home over at the Woodward stop. We pulled up to the next stop to discover a police van working on picking up a guy who was so sauced he couldn't even stand. He sat on the ground watching the police officer snap on his gloves to come over and get him. You luck police officer, you!

Tried To Be Early... Really

This past Tuesday I actually woke without hitting the snooze several times and proceeded to get ready for my day in the usual fashion.  I was on a roll out the door into the cooler than I'm used to morning air and on my way to the 1/2 mile bus stop.  I was early enough to catch the last limited bus downtown and with time to spare.  I waited, watching the horizon and the multitude of vehicles passing by.  I spotted the bus about a half mile away and reached for my wallet to get my bus card. WHAT?! No wallet? You got to be kidding! No wallet means no taking the bus. So in a pissed off at myself mood I trotted home to fetch the wallet and take the next bus.  So much for being early that morning.
bus rides = entertainment.

Morning icebreaker

There were a couple people with me at the stop this morning so when I got on it was crowded in the aisle. I turned around to go toward the front and an older woman said to me, "we didn't sleep together last night for you to have your butt in my face." She offered the seat next to her and I sat down. I said, "if you would have sat here near the window my butt wouldn't have been in your face." She made small talk with a lady next to her and afterward told me she didn't mean any harm by her comment. She was a nice lady and made me smile this morning.
Bus rides equal entertainment.