This is going to be a doozy...

Ok this is going to be a long one as I need to blog about Fridays bus ride so I would grab a comfy seat and pour yourself a glass of wine before you start this one!  I also had a bad day so if this appears a little extra bitchy...just deal with it:)

I will start with today's lovely bus ride.  Now, when you ride the bus, there is a certain etiquette that needs to be followed.  It's an unspoken etiquette...when you first start riding the bus, they dont hand you a rule book, but I think they should start.  The rules are in place to keep the bus on time and the rest of us sane.  Along the mile long bus ride, almost all of the rules were broken!  I will pass the rules onto all of you so that in case you have to ride the bus, you wont have people blogging about you!!

Rule 1: Do not board the bus until all those exiting are off the bus.  Of course today some yahoo who was clearly too anxious to get on (I mean, I cant blame him...the bus is a thrill! I need a sarcasm font) so those exiting had to back up to let this guy on which just wasted time

Rule 2:  When you are in the ride free zone, you dont have to pay.  Three people today stopped at the card swiper and tried to pay.  Thanks for holding up the bus guys as the bus driver has to go into the whole explanation that its the ride free and you have to pay as you leave...and really, I am so sick of hearing this and if you ride the bus enough to have the card, you should know better.

Rule 3: Dont ask stupid questions.  I agree, this is more of a life rule and should encompass all things not just the bus.  This guy boards the bus and asks if it is going to Blue Ridge.  It says right on the front of the bus Blue Ridge.  I wanted to say, "no dude, we arent going to Blue Ridge...its eff with you Monday.  King County Metro has one hell of a sense of humor"

Rule 4:  Do not talk loudly on your cell phone.  The Blue Ridge guy then proceeds to sit down and yell on his cell phone.  I am pretty sure the back of the bus knows that he is meeting someone today at 630 for dinner.

Rule 5: Do not put purses or other bags on the seat next to you.  There is seriously nothing more annoying that getting on a crowded bus and some douche has his briefcase and other bag on the seat.  Really A-hole, your bag needs that seat more than a person?  Winner

Rule 6: If you are sitting in the handicapped seats, you move when someone in a wheelchair needs them.  Now, no one broke this rule, but I am pretty sure that Seattle might be the laziest city.  The wheelchair person got on and proceeded to roll himself down with his legs and stood up to get the chair in the correct position.  Umm, a wheelchair is for those who have had the awful misfortune of losing the ability to walk, not for those who are too lazy to walk! 

Those are the rules and if everyone could stick to those, the bus might be somewhat tolerable.

So we were almost to my stop, a few guys boarded the bus and there was no seats so they had to stand.  One of them had his back pack on and when he turned, it gently hit the fake wheelchair dude.  The backpack guy apologized.  Fake wheelchair dude then proceeded to tell the backpack guy one of his own rules.

Fake Rule 1:  When you board the bus, it is polite to remove your backpack.  Um, when there is no place to set your backpack down i.e your lap, and no place to remove the backpack, and you have to stand, it is best to leave it on.  Do not try to make up rules for your own convenience wheelchair dude.  If you were sitting in the seat and not your wheelchair like you should have been, the backpack would have never touched you. 

Thank god I got off at the next stop as, when I was exiting the bus, the wheelchair dude said "we live in a society..."  I didnt hear the rest thankfully, as a bus is no place to get on a soapbox.  No one on the bus gives a rip of your thoughts and views...we all just want to get home.

Fridays Bus Fiasco

So I get on the bus and there is a woman sitting across from me with a box on the seat next to her (please refer to rule 5).  I think nothing of this till she opens her mouth.  She is missing one of her front teeth and the corresponding two bottom teeth...it looked like a coin slot.  Fine, she had poor dental care growing up, it happens.  She then proceeds to tell the story of the box to the guy kitty corner from her.  She said, "I had to pick up this for my brother...no one else can get it...its drugs (said in her version of a whisper).  My brother is so irresponsible that I have to get it and take it home.  He is in jail...again"  Ok, there are so many things that I want to ask her!  What kind of drugs?  Did he tell you there were drugs?  Why are you picking up mail drugs for your jail bird brother?  What is he in jail for? Can you fit a 50cent piece in your mouth slot?  I then remember that I am on the crazy bus and there was probably nothing in the box and her "brother" was just another voice in her head.

Tomorrow will be a better day...until I get on the bus.