A little sarcastic rant before starting work, to get this off my chest.
I left the house a minute or two late this morning, and expected to miss the 57 bus. Sure enough, about a block and a half away, I saw it go by. Not that big a deal. Then another 57 bus goes by, barely a minute later, and I’m still a half block from the stop. Grrr.
So I turn the corner to head for the 29 bus (and go for the bus-subway combo). I’m not even 50 feet in that direction when the 29 goes by. I’ve missed three buses in less than five minutes. Unreal.
I wait at the 29 stop, since I only have to cross the street (Tasker) to get the 57 if it comes first. The 29 arrives first, so I get on; there’s no 57 in sight. I guess this is a good thing. I sit and take out my magazine to read, since that’s the only way for me to handle commuting in the morning – I just can’t sit there and stare into space.
About three blocks later, we get stuck behind a trash truck. Which is odd, since trash pickup in this part of the city is not on Mondays. We creep through the next two or three blocks. The bus finally gets going and the driver hits a parked car in the 900 block of Tasker. I think she tore the sideview mirror off. I’m not sure, since I can’t see from where I’m sitting. I assume the bus will be there a while, so I get off and start walking.
At 12th Street, that bus passes me. Then the next 29 bus was almost directly behind it (thanks to our being slowed by the trash truck).
Into the subway, where as I’m walking into the station, the northbound train (which I need) is pulling out. Oh joy! Another five minutes or so goes by before the next train. An uneventful train ride (it’s hard to hit something in the tunnels).
Then dodging through the idiots coming in from Jersey who don’t know how to walk in the city. Some things never change.
Aaahhh. That feels a little better. Now time to get to work.
