|so I went shopping at the mall
||[Feb. 26th, 2010|09:04 am]
I was not going to run. the great thing about being sad is you conserve energy well. Then the light changed and caused the bus to stop, I crossed over, still in T.O. there is a cat an mouse game with buses, often, if you run after them they will leave you. It was a long red light, what can I say?
I got on the bus. As per usual on my bus there was a driver hanging around the one driving the bus. (there is a garage so it picks up all the drivers on route to their buses) .
He says to me, once he moves so I can put my money in, "You know if you wave the driver will wait for you."
I heard a few snickers in the peanut gallery.
Another thing about being sad, you can keep a straight face pretty easily.
He is blocking my way to the the seats. He is going on about what a great guy he is and how great his buddy is.
Now I could be wrong but I felt like he was involving me in a much longer argument, like one that started years ago. I'm imagining pre dawn era, the brontisaurus bus to Big Rock, swings its big tail and splashes mud on all the caveman commuters running for the stop and the driver shrugs and points at his watch, "Sorry, schedule, ha ha ha."
Another thing about being sad, while resigned to the enivitable proof that life sucks, there's only one thing that can really switch it to angre and that is the old, "Hey, Cheer up! This is your lucky day! I am wonderful and to prove it I am going to make you agree!"
Finally I say to him, "If I had waved and jumped up and down and then ran you still might have driven this bus away as I reached the stop and maybe splashed me with mud and I would have been put in an even worse mood than I am in now!"
Not wanting to be charged with assaulting a T.T.C. employee, (It happens every 4 1/2 minutes or is that illegal downloading of video?) I manage to get by him and I hear him say something about the great women drivers on the T.T.C. He is talking down the bus at me. I wonder if everyone on the bus thinks he's my ex or something.
I said "shut up" not loudly, just in a sort of conversational tone. I doubt he could hear me. I got to the back and hung on to a pole, a bit shaken up. He had rejoined his buddy hanging on to the ticket box. No doubt they had assured themselves that out of all the drivers they are the "good guys" and I was just another example of a "grumpy woman", probably a lesbian, definitely menopausal.
p.s. There is nothing FUNNY about assault. Assault is wrong. Seriously.