The Bus

We couldn't finish this blog without some comments about our daily bus ride.  Never the same but always frantic!  A fifteen minute walk became a 2 minute bus ride.  We catch our bus next door in front of the mall with hoards of other people.  The buses come in there, let out their passengers and then you try to get on as the driver revs the engine, he's pulling away as everyone is finding their seats or a place to stand clutching a seat.  We found out its best to stand by the door since our stop is only 3 stops away and if you don't get up and hit the buzzer they fly by.  The bus never stops in front of the bus stop, its either before, after, or on our last day in the middle of 3 lanes!  When we see the green fence we hit the buzzer, its our landmark and seems to give the driver some heads up there's a stop ahead so they can slam on the brakes.  Every time we get off we are shaking our heads.  Phyllis was giving the driver the business as we jumped to the curb one time and promptly walked right into a pole.  Thankfully she was ok but we laughed all the way to school.  We try to ride the free bus, not because its free but because we don't have to hang on with one hand and try to find our money with the other as we lurch along.  The bus is very crowded and usually no seats are available but the person who collects the money is urging you to sit, one day she urged me with a pinch and a push.  I can't remember the last time I was pinched.  At the mall bus stop there are two uniformed transit employees with megaphones.  We have no clue what they are yelling about but it sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher.  Since we have been here it has rained three times, torrentially!  Rain does a number on the traffic and everyone rides the bus!!!   Traffic Jam is a term we have heard daily.  We will always remember our bus rides with great humor!