I've just been reviewing
posts for last week and I cannot believe I did not write about what I
thought was a fairly significant event. I guess it really isn't
unless it's happening to you/me. But remember I had a bunch of
meetings last week that I had to catch the bus for in the snow was
everywhere? But and I cannot clearly remember if it was the meetings
on Wednesday or Thursday but on one of those days I had actually been
able to get (by rolling down the center of the street since the
streets are always cleared of snow first) the bus stop almost
directly across the street from my apartment complex. There's an
Arctic Circle fast food joint there and a bus stop. I was rather
pleased with myself to be honest. I'd even consulted the route
schedules to be sure to get to the bus stop not too soon so I
wouldn't have to suffer the cold too long. I was pleased when I got
situated that I looked up and there was a bus airing right down on
me. I rolled out to the sidewalk expectedly and then I can see the
bus driver, a redhaired woman, looking the other way. I thought this
was strange and then I realized she wasn't going to stop! So I start
doing the mad Mark wheelchair stomp a flailing my arms and screaming
at the top of my little lungs, knowing that's not going to do any
good. In fact I can see she was so invested in looking the wrong way
that she did not want to look the right way. I just had a feeling.
To me there is nothing
more frustrating than being passed up by a bus. It's not only a slap
in the face and humiliating even if there is nobody there to witness
your humiliation. There's nothing I can do, the bus is gone like a
lifetime, and it's not coming back at least that bus. Luckily,
Redwood Road has 15 minute headways during the day so it's never like
you have to wait very long for the next vehicle but still I was
passed. I felt the cold fingers of winter begin to rake it's icy
fingers across my skin. I fluff up the color of my jacket and pull my
head is deep in as I can, turtle like, and begin working my cell
phone finding the number the Utah Transit Authority's customer
service. I sense the redhead driving the bus I missed or past me by
was okay but still I feel she chose to pass me by for whatever
reason. She may have been late I can appreciate that but you don't
pass somebody by just because you're late. I got a hold customer
service gave them as much information as I could. I don't know what
it's going to do and I'm sure at some point in time I'm going to get
the redhead and I don't know she'll remember who I am – – I hope
she doesn't but the same time I hope she'll remember that little guy
in the red jacket on the side of the road by a real bus stop she
chose the past by on a cold winter day.
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