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[badseed1980]

Dear Oscar,

I'm calling you Oscar because I don't know your name, because the crossing guard called you a grouch, and because you've always seemed like one to me. Anyway, Oscar, I've seen you at least three days a week now for the past month or so, driving the 95 bus to Sullivan Square in the morning. You recognize me. I am so totally recognizable, in my Big Fur Hat of Doom. I know you know me. Yesterday, someone got OFF the bus at my stop, which is a rare occurrence at that time of day. The glare of the sun was in my eyes and I wasn't expecting it, so I didn't see him trying to get off the bus, and stepped on. You snapped at me to let people off the bus first. I apologized, saying I hadn't seen him, and let your attitude go for the time being.

Now, this morning, I admit I got a slightly late start. See, my face felt like a piece of frozen rubber all day yesterday, so today, I decided to take an extra few seconds and grab my scarf. I walked down to the bus stop, perhaps a minute later than ususal. I am not a dawdler. Anyone who knows me, knows that I can easily keep up with folks quite a lot longer-legged than I am when I walk. Still, though, at the bottom of Temple, I saw the crossing guard who crosses people down by the 95 bus stop beckoning me to hurry. I realized that the 95 must be on its way with you, Oscar, at the wheel. Now, Oscar, Mystic is one fuck of a busy street at morning rush hour. You know that. You get stuck in traffic sometimes, right? So you know that crossing it against the light is basically suicide. Trouble is, the light there is really long. I happened to get to Mystic right when you pulled up to the bus stop. The light hadn't yet changed to allow me to cross. That super-nice crossing guard went up to the door of your bus. Oscar, he told you that someone was waiting to cross the street and get on the bus. That it would only be a few seconds, and could you please wait? Well, Oscar, you told him, "We don't do that." I don't know if you looked across the street to see the person waiting, but it was me, Oscar, with my Fur Hat of Doom, impossible to miss if you glanced my way. You know, someone who's ALWAYS on that damn bus of yours.

You didn't wait those seconds, Oscar. Instead, you drove off, too quickly for me to catch up to you once I was able to cross the street. The crossing guard was surprised and pissed on my behalf. I thanked him for trying, and instead of waiting 20 minutes in the cold for the next bus, I set off at top speed, hoping I might be able to make it to Sullivan before the 7:50 CT2 bus left. Granted, it was a foolish hope. I ended up catching the 89 on Broadway for part of the way, which got me there at...7:51. The bus was gone already. I didn't want to wait 20 minutes in the cold for the next one, so I hopped on the 91 to Central Square. I took the red line from there, and got off at Kendall. I saw the CT2 pull up, but didn't see which direction it was heading. When I got to it, I found out that 1) it was going BACK to Sullivan, and 2) the one going in the direction I wanted hadn't shown up there on time. That was the one I should have been on.

Anyway, I took the MIT Tech Shuttle to my office, arriving about 25 minutes later than usual. So, Oscar, I managed somehow to get to work before the CT2 would have gotten me there, even if I WAS still late. You tried to thwart me, Oscar. You tried to ruin my day on a bitch-ass motherfucking COLD morning, before I'd had any coffee or anything to eat. You failed, Oscar. I hope that at some point on a bitch-ass motherfucking COLD morning, you have to face the choice of either running around like a headless chicken, or standing still and waiting outside for 20 minutes while your fingers start to hurt and your face goes numb.

No love,
badseed1980

Comments

[inathunderstorm.livejournal.com]

:O

What a MEANIE HEAD.

::kicks him for you::

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

I'm used to bus drivers just going if they don't see you trying to make the bus, but HOLY CRAP THE CROSSING GUARD TOLD HIM I WAS TRYING TO GET ACROSS THE STREET!

[inathunderstorm.livejournal.com]

>:(

MEANIE.

[(Anonymous)]

Wednesday? The bus driver CHANGED the sign when we were on the bus!
So I got on the one bus that doesn't get me anywhere near where I park.
So in single digit weather, I walked over black ice, ice clumps, and walkways barely six inches across back 1.1 miles to my car. Else it was 30 minute wait in the dark because of the time of night.

Yeah, no love to the MBTA bus drivers this week. No love.

[paigemom.livejournal.com]

I'd try to find his supervisor.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

To be fair, I doubt he did anything against regulations. He was just an asshole with no common courtesy.

[onyxtwilight.livejournal.com]

I'd complain anyway. Never know, it might help.

[miss-lisa-ma.livejournal.com]

You CAN complain to the T. BE as specific as you can, b/c it can wind up in his file that he was a capital jerk. They need all the good will they can get, what with a massive deficit and fare hikes and all.

[onyxtwilight.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was like, some sort of Mad Mass Transit Adventure. It would have made a three-minute montage, easy, in any decent comedy movie. :-)

*kicks the driver again, because this **kicking things** thing is making me happy*

[alfredmorris.livejournal.com]

I HATE bus drivers! Always have >.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Some have been nice to me. The OLD 95 driver stopped and waited for me on a couple of occasions. The CT2 driver, seeing me on my way to the stop and trying to run on the ice to catch the bus, stopped short of the stop for me so I wouldn't have to run and possibly slip and fall. But this guy's a jerk.

Girlfriend...

[vervain13.livejournal.com]

...your bitchiness still reigns supreme when needed. I salute you and your fur hat of doom. As for the bus driver, I hope someone pees in his coffee...more than once.

^5

David