New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Thursday, December 04, 2003

Say hey mister driver man
Don't be slow
Cause i got somewhere i got to go
Say hey mister driver man
Drive that thing fast
My precious time keep slippin' past
-The Violent Femmes "Waiting for the Bus"

Okay, I've had it up to my lovely earlobes and I am about to burst. My bus riding situation is going to just throw me over the brink and this post is a long time coming! Ever since Gil and I moved I've been using a different bus line. Having formerly lived in Northern Jersey the people I used to ride with were all business, wait in line no chatter and the bus was always full. My theory being there's always another bus so theres no need to stand in transit. There was always another bus. In fact, I had quite the relationship with a couple of the drivers because they knew I would never run to catch the bus. It's too dangerous to run. I'd be in worse shape if I slipped and fell than if I was late for work and since Im always an hour early I don't even think about the consequence of being late one in a while.

Anyway, this new bus line is hokey with capital HO. Let's start with the positives. My stop is the last one to be picked up thus assuring a straight shot into the city and it's the last one to drop off thus insuring a straight shot out. That's it that's the benefit. The negatives include (but are not limited to) limited service i.e. the last bus out of the city every night leaves at 8:15 PM. It costs way more than I used to pay. The bus drivers are surly. Very surly an example being one by the name of Grover. What a way to ruin the name Grover! I have to think "Cleveland Rocks" (which for the record it doesn't) every time I see him for fear of sullying my memory and opinion of my favorite Muppet this side of Miss Piggy. Anyway I always keep my ticket in my hand (another negative being they don't sell monthly passes). So I keep my ticket in my hand so I don't have to slow the line down by digging around in my bag. Well the natural instinct of an inactive hand is to close. Go ahead relax your hands and see if you don't automatically bend your fingers inward. Anyway as a result my ticket gets a little bent. So I come up to Grover I know his name because he has an official Grover badge and smile. He takes the ticket. He looks at me and literally growls, "Ma'am don't bend your ticket." I thought he was kidding and f that "Ma'am" business, so I started to laugh. He wasn’t kidding. Screw him. If I have to pay an outrageous price for a ticket I'll fold it into a freakin' dove if I want to.

But that's just the drivers. The riders are worse. I'm pretty good at reading people and coming up with their back stories and well all these people are yahoos. But the most bizarre thing that they do which proves that is about to be revealed. Let me preface this by saying that the bus is NEVER full. NEVER. I have NEVER not gotten a seat even when I was the last one on the bus. So here we go. Every morning these yahoos drive their cars up, hop out and place something down to hold their space in line. How old are they? Good God. Plus not only do they do that but the things that they use are lame with list of examples being bags, umbrellas, keys, key chains alone, an empty water bottle, a packet of tissues, a PEN the list goes on and on... So I screw with them every morning by representing and standing in the damn line which causes them to get nervous and start scurrying out of their cars to assure that I don't jump their place. They get mad if you don't move for them but if you use a pen to hold your place in line then I am going to allot you exactly one pen's worth of standing room. So there.

But I have my revenge plotted out. One day (preferably the last day I ever need to use the bus) I am going to bring a box with me with "Lost and Found" written on it and I am going to gather up all the miscellaneous place holders and put them in said box. Then I am going to go straight to the head of the line. I guarantee nobody will say a word. Harumph.

But the thing that really bites my pickle is this. I pull in. I park. I get out of the car to walk to the line and as I am approaching it a person whips into the lot, jumps out of their car and bolts ahead of me solely to place an object in the line so that they are before me. There is one girl who appears to be about my age who has done this to me a couple times and yesterday I just looked at her and said, "That's pathetic." Though I don't think she heard me. I'm getting ballsier, my looks of disgust are getting more evident, and I am sure that I'm going to finally crack and really tell someone how I feel in a major way.

Then today this women who carries not one, but two Louis Vuitton bags which are never never full (see a theme here?). If they are never full just get one larger one a carry everything in on bag for God's sake! Who cares if you can afford a Louis Vuitton bag or even a fake? They're UGLY UGLY UGLY. Plus she has a hook nose, skin like a mahogany prune and bleached blonde hair. Her money or her husbands' money, if that's the case, would be better spent on a good dye job, some serious moisturizer and a nose job. Anyway today that women leaps a head of me but what really really set me off is that she had an ankle length FUR coat on. That's it. It was the fur. I am very very very anti fur to the extent that I won't even wear faux fur which in my opinion perpetuates the perception that wearing fur is attractive. I grew up in Maine where when a person shot an animal they ate it and used all the bits and pieces. They did not go into a store and buy a $2000 dollar coat made of the skins of animals who were raised in cages and anally electricuted. Don't even get me started on broadtail lamb coats. They kill them in utero to assure that they get softest finest fur. Every time I see or feel a fur coat I think about Edgar and Freddie. I prefer my fur attached to a living breathing creature thank you very much.

I hate that damn bus stop.


On the bus, that's where we're ridin'
On the bus, o.k., don't say hi, then
Your tongue, your transfer,
Your hand, your answer

-The Replacements "Meet Me on the Bus"

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:03 AM