I have been riding the bus since I was a kid. My grandmother used to take me all over on the RTD.
I remember it took 3 buses to get to Burbank (her friend Betty lived there) and it was no big deal.
Public transportation can be full of characters. On the current line I use to go to work there has been a homeless woman who ba'd us (I saw a little bit of her vajay too), a crazy guy pee all over the back row of the bus, a fist fight, and a dude negotiating how much he should pay to ride "2 blocks."
Did I mention these events all happened before 8am?
There is always a little bit of crazy on public transportation and I am totally okay with it. Except...
M likes riding the bus. I think she feels liberated because she doesn't have to strapped in a car seat. She is usually a great rider. She likes to look out the windows and tell me about the vehicles, have some Goldfish crackers, and on rare occasions she will talk to the bus drivers.
Yesterday was not a good bus day. Apparently, the schedules had changed, which made us late. Strike one.
I walked with M on my shoulders to a different stop to pass the time. Strike two.
On the second bus (when I take M to school, we ride two buses and then I catch a third to go to work) a dude was talking into his cell phone like a reality t.v. star about "fucking up the bitch," and beating some guy's ass and M got scared. He was practically yelling into the phone and since he was a large fellow, no one, including the driver said anything. Strike three.
When we got off the bus M told me that she did not want to take that bus anymore. Poor thing.
I have the luxury of borrowing my mom's car from time to time, so when we go to school tomorrow she will not have to ride the bus.
I want to make sure that the next bus experience we have will be positive. Weekends are a little quieter, so maybe we will go somewhere on Saturday.
I guess I can be lucky that I don't have to take the 22 Fillmore everyday. Right?
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