Yesterday morning, 7:48am, I’m wondering when the 7:45am bus will arrive. Or was it really a 7:45am bus? The stop I was at has a big board listing all the expected arrival times for all the buses. So I’m standing there, right next to the stop, double-checking the time my bus was arrive – and I see my bus go by. I jump and wave on reflex, because yes, they’re only supposed to stop at the actual stop, but damn it – I was standing at the stop!
The driver stops the bus and opens the door … blocking the driveway to the adjacent shopping center in the process. I start running. A minivan pulls up, trying to exit the shopping center, and the driver doesn’t look too pleased to have a bus blocking the entire driveway.
I also realize I’m limping. I automatically think, “Need to not limp…1” and then I think: Fuck it. I’m running for a bus that should damn well have stopped at the bus stop. If I’m limping, maybe they’ll be less mad at me for running slow.
I boarded the bus. I took the nearest seat. As the bus pulled away, I looked out the window and saw the minivan driver waving at me. :)
1It’s a habit due to equal parts (a) embarrassment about limping and (b) the physical therapist strongly urged me to correct the limp so that I don’t get habituated to it.