Bus
At approximately 11:02 last night I said, “Rita (I call myself Rita…no I don’t. Just kidding) you’ve got to just get on the bus and do it. No more ‘I wanna ride the bus someday,’ tomorrow is your day. Look up the schedule and ride.”
So this morning at 7:30, as I was listing reasons NOT to follow through, a small bird flew through my window and chirped, “Follow your dreams, get on the bus.” So I did. And NOW, instead of a list of reasons NOT to ride, I formulated a list of reasons why I WANT to ride the bus all the time:
- The walks from my house to the bus and from the last stop to my office were brisk; just what I need in the morning. That and a couple shots of Cuervo. Ohhhh, Sarah!
- Riding the bus reminded me of when I lived in New York. All these memories flooded back of being completely reliant on public transit. I remembered scurrying down the street every morning to 86th and Lexington, hopping on the 6 and flying to 51st street. I can still smell the lingering cigarette smoke from the tiny Hispanic girl that inevitably made her way in front of me at least 3 times a week on the walk across Park and Madison over to 30 Rockefeller Plaza…and yet, despite the fondness of those sights, sounds and cancer-inducing smells, I have no doubt or reservation that Austin > New York. By far.
- I will save at least $8 million/year in gasoline if I ride the bus a couple of times a week.
- Another reason I want to ride the bus is people watching…and randomly talking to (at) the people I’ve been staring at. Today I was nervous about missing my stop so I kept quiet and focused, but I have grandiose visions of becoming best friends with my fellow riders.
- I want to ride the bus so I can bring donuts or breakfast tacos for people. I was on the bus with the same people for 20 minutes. No additions, no subtractions. Just me, Louie, Marie, Candice, Jared, Cathy, wait I’m making all these names up. But really, I think it would be SO fun to bring breakfast for my busmates! (DANGIT, my coworker just told me that you can’t have food or drink…hmm…maybe if I pass out tacos discretely he won’t notice. What can he do, throw me off?! Uhh, probably.)
- The less I get behind the wheel of a vehicle, the better.
- It will force me to get up when my alarm goes off because if I miss the bus, I have to wait 30 minutes for another one and well, I can’t do that.
- It’s FREEING not having to weave in and out of traffic and flip people off while trying not to hit pregnant ladies as they cross the street—I just got to sit back and ride! PLUS, the reason I got to SIT is because two fine gentlemen gave up their seats so that I and another girl could sit down. I love that! Thank you, Ernie and Leon! Or whatever your names were!
- Riding the bus is a good reminder that it’s not about me. I don’t have any control over how fast he drives, and I don’t have any control over whether or not the guy next to me bathes and/or deodorizes himself. That being said, riding the bus was a great test of my new deodorant. I smell like flowers and it was in the upper 80’s this morning so I think it passed the test.
- Finally, the last reason I want to ride the bus is: IT’S FREE BECAUSE I’M A “STUDENT” (I’m going to school at night to get a degree in American Sign Language interpreting)!
Hugo Shepard wrote: Funny, charming, well written and truthful. Cheers!
Tuesday, May 25th 2010 at 4:10 pm |Chris Wood wrote: The bus is a trip! There was a woman yesterday trying to give people plumbing supplies she didn't need anymore. If you want to have some quality time to yourself and hate driving in traffic I highly recommend it.
Wednesday, May 26th 2010 at 11:07 am |Lucy Anderson wrote: I love the made up names! You're funny. Maybe you should start a "today on the bus" blog? And who knew you couldn't bring food or drink on the bus? That's a big bummer! As in...no sipping coffee in the morning while calmly looking out the big picture windows on the bus, living like a queen for a moment?
Thursday, July 8th 2010 at 11:55 am |