Why I Hate The Bus
Today was my last day of training and tomorrow I start working as an english teacher. But that has nothing to do with the very enlightening experience I had today.
I was on the bus — the very, very full bus that the driver kept letting people get on (don't get me started) — and, as you can imagine I was getting really annoyed. First, I was forced to stand next to the door, which not only meant that I had to move EVERYTIME someone wanted to get off but also that before and during their departure from the bus they were forced to mandhandle me because the f-ing bus driver can't stop gradually. No, no these guys have to see just how close they can get to the bus in front of them without hitting the breaks and then — and i think they secretly love this — hit the break really hard at the last minute and send everyone flying forward. Everyone except me of course because I am trapped between the guy who's hand is on my ass and the metal bar digging into my side. So, I was just a little aggravated. Then this lady gets on the bus and squeezes her way through the masses to stand sort of in front of me holding on to the same metal pole that I am holding on to for dear life. No one else is holding on to the pole. Not one other person. Just me and her. Shockingly, this is not a bus for dogs and the pole is more than long enough so that two people can hold on to it without their hands bumping into each other.
This may sound weird, but the guy who's hand was very clearly on my ass did not bother me as much as this woman who, I imagined, out of pure ridiculousness would not stop moving her hand closer and closer to my hand. It's the principle. The ass guy had no other choice but to hold on to the thing that was right behind me, but the hand woman, she clearly was doing this just to spite me. Also, I have this thing about holding hands...that's certainly a story for another day, but the point is this woman was driving me fucking nuts. No matter how far away I moved my hand, her hand managed to find it again.
Finally she decides to get off of the bus and I couldn't be more thrilled. I'm having an Elaine on the subway moment where in my head I'm freaking out. I'm yelling completely obscene things at her in my mind. I'm giving her the most evil looks I can muster, with the kind of evil energy one can only give when one is trying to show emotion to a stranger through the evil eye. Then, the bus stops and she starts to get off and of course she puts her hands ALL OVER ME on the way to the door. And then, THEN she pulls out a cane and asks for help to get off of the bus because ... SHE WAS BLIND!
In my defense, she totally had normal looking eyes but my god did I feel like an asshole.
I think it was punishment for being totally freaked out by the THREE people with lazy eyes that I saw earlier today. One of them may have been a prosthetic eye and that freaks me out even more.
Anyway, I was a total bitch to a blind lady in my mind today and I have a bit of guilt about it. But, on the bright side, she definitely did not see my evil eye. And so, the world is all right.
Loves,
E
I was on the bus — the very, very full bus that the driver kept letting people get on (don't get me started) — and, as you can imagine I was getting really annoyed. First, I was forced to stand next to the door, which not only meant that I had to move EVERYTIME someone wanted to get off but also that before and during their departure from the bus they were forced to mandhandle me because the f-ing bus driver can't stop gradually. No, no these guys have to see just how close they can get to the bus in front of them without hitting the breaks and then — and i think they secretly love this — hit the break really hard at the last minute and send everyone flying forward. Everyone except me of course because I am trapped between the guy who's hand is on my ass and the metal bar digging into my side. So, I was just a little aggravated. Then this lady gets on the bus and squeezes her way through the masses to stand sort of in front of me holding on to the same metal pole that I am holding on to for dear life. No one else is holding on to the pole. Not one other person. Just me and her. Shockingly, this is not a bus for dogs and the pole is more than long enough so that two people can hold on to it without their hands bumping into each other.
This may sound weird, but the guy who's hand was very clearly on my ass did not bother me as much as this woman who, I imagined, out of pure ridiculousness would not stop moving her hand closer and closer to my hand. It's the principle. The ass guy had no other choice but to hold on to the thing that was right behind me, but the hand woman, she clearly was doing this just to spite me. Also, I have this thing about holding hands...that's certainly a story for another day, but the point is this woman was driving me fucking nuts. No matter how far away I moved my hand, her hand managed to find it again.
Finally she decides to get off of the bus and I couldn't be more thrilled. I'm having an Elaine on the subway moment where in my head I'm freaking out. I'm yelling completely obscene things at her in my mind. I'm giving her the most evil looks I can muster, with the kind of evil energy one can only give when one is trying to show emotion to a stranger through the evil eye. Then, the bus stops and she starts to get off and of course she puts her hands ALL OVER ME on the way to the door. And then, THEN she pulls out a cane and asks for help to get off of the bus because ... SHE WAS BLIND!
In my defense, she totally had normal looking eyes but my god did I feel like an asshole.
I think it was punishment for being totally freaked out by the THREE people with lazy eyes that I saw earlier today. One of them may have been a prosthetic eye and that freaks me out even more.
Anyway, I was a total bitch to a blind lady in my mind today and I have a bit of guilt about it. But, on the bright side, she definitely did not see my evil eye. And so, the world is all right.
Loves,
E
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