The bus ride is always an adventure. Within the last two weeks, I missed my stop not once, but twice! The first time, I knew I was getting close and was watching for the lady who gets off at the stop ahead of mine to get off. Well, she wasn't on my bus that day and zoom, past my stop we go. I looked out the window and saw Auto Zone which is about four or five blocks past my stop. (It was dark when I come home and it's very hard to see where we are, especially through the dirty bus windows.) Well, I get off and call my husband who was waiting for me at my bus stop with the car on my cell phone to let him know I went too far and was walking back so he should meet me at the end of our street. The second time, again the lady that I use as my cue to get off wasn't on the bus. This time though, I was only one stop too far. What I learned: Do not count on that lady! Get up at the main intersection before my stop and watch for it.
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Oh, it would make me very nervous if I could not see my stop clearly!
I lived in a tiny hamlet as a child and our bus stop was a very long, long walk (especially for little feet) but as people in those days weren't frightened of being fined and political correctness had not even been dreamed up ... things were so very different. The bus driver would often stop to let you on or off nowhere near a bus stop. The clippie (conductress) would give you the end of the ticket rolls to play with. Sometimes if you were taking the journey on your own the tuppenny fair would be waived. Everyone, whether they knew you or not would either nod, smile, say 'hallo' or mention the weather ... and when you got off they would do the same and say goodbye.
Now it is speed, speed, speed ... so much so that whilst on a small bus the driver was trying to get into town so quickly - every time we went around a corner it required holding on for dear life. By the time I got into town I felt almost bruised and battered not to mention jostled and shaken ... the last thing I felt like doing was what had been the initial intention ... to do some shopping.
Much better to slow down the ride and bring back the courtesy and friendliness!
Yikes, I can't imagine riding a bus everyday (I live out in the boondocks), and can see myself getting lost and doing exactly the same thing. I see your point about not looking for the lady though since she has messed you up twice now. Thanks for the chuckle.
Have a terrific day. :)
Poor Karen I'm so grateful I don't have to ride the bus. It must be 20 years since I was even on one.
Daisy--Makes me nervous too!
Polly--That sounds like a wild ride! Our bus pokes along v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. It's sometimes hard to stay awake!
Sandee--I wouldn't ride the bus everyday if I didn't work downtown, but the parking is very expensive and the last thing I want to do when I get off work is fight traffic. Rush hour is a mess in downtown Cleveland! Glad I gave you a chuckle.
Jude--Gerard is glad he doesn't have to ride the bus either. He drives to work every day. Buses are an adventure!
Just dropping by to say hello Karen, sorry I have been MIA. I am sorry to hear of your horrible ride. God bless.
Jodi
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