Monday, June 9, 2008

Commuter Sentences: Why People Don't Take the #@%$ Bus!

800px-Taxi_and_Metrobus Okay, so I leave the office at 6:20. Because WMATA alerted me that there were significant delays on "all lines" due to a derailment on the Orange Line, I decided to bus the whole way home. I arrived at the stop shortly before 6:30. The next scheduled bus was at 6:32. I waited, not at all patiently, until well after 7 with the heavy, humid heat weighing on me and the exhaust fumes in my face choking me. Yay. Once the bus finally came, it was okay, until Union Station when a group of roudy teens got on, one of whom hit my head accidentally, and thought it was funny. These same kids called a guy getting off the bus "Fat Albert" and I'm pretty sure they called me "Big Momma." Seriously. I wanted to rail on them, but keeping my urban street smart wits about me, I just got off the bus.


By the time I got home, it was after 8. Yes, folks, 1 1/2 hours to get home. A half hour more than it would take me to walk. Now, as a result of all this waiting, I was starving...and for something specific: Chinese food, the result of reading "The Fortune Cookie Diaries" during my wait. After ordering and being told it would take 35 minutes, I realized I couldn't wait. I ate two (ugh) hot dogs. Of course, once my General Tso's chicken and dumplings arrived, I tasted it, but it kind of grossed me out. That took care of my cravings for Chinese take out for another year or two.


Photos: Not Mine! Via Wikimedia Commons, Bus/Taxi Photo by Ben Schumin


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