so today as i am leaving for work, i get in my car, and try head out of the garage. however as i proceed to push the open button nothing happens. our garage door was broken. so i take the bus to work. thankfully the 28 line runs right to fremont, and i can catch it right outside my apartment. so i walk to the bus stop just as the driver was just getting off his break, meaning i was the first stop and the only one on the bus. here is how our conversation goes.
driver; you look like you are dressed for work, where you going?
me; (i remove my head phones) yep, i am on my way to work, in fremont
driver; do you go to school too, i bet you go to the UW.
me; (again removing my head phones) nope, i work full time
driver; you know you should really go to school, i mean even if you don't know what you want to do, the first two years are all math, and english anyway. what year did you graduate anyway?
me; '05.
driver; you are just a baby, i couldn't even take you out for a drink.
i pretend i didn't hear that comment, put my head phones back on, and pull out my book. keep in mind i am toward the back of the bus, so he is yelling the whole time.
driver; well what do you do? i bet you work at getty, everyone who works in fremont works at getty.
me; nope, actually i work for a chiropractor
driver; oh! how much for a crackin' (a crackin'? really? chiropractors didn't go to school for 6 years to give people a good crackin'. that word drives me crazy)
i don't really want to get into the specifics with him so i give him the simple answer
me; $45
driver; oh, how much you make down there, don't give me the exact number just an average.
me; $15
so that ends the converstation for a few min. i put my head phones back on and continue reading my book. then...
driver; what'cha listening' to?
me; derek webb
driver; who is that, whats he like?
me; a bit mellow. but good (i don't know how to explain music)
driver; i took you for a heavy medal type.
(ok? seriously? how did he come to that conclusion?)
luckily at this time more people start to get on the bus, and our conversation comes to an end. as we get closer to fremont i notice the driver yell "FREMONT" and look in his rear view mirror and point to me..(yes dear bus driver i know i have to get off soon, but thank you for that) so i pull the stop line. and as i get off the bus he puts out his hand as if wanting my hand. this caught me off guard so not thinking i give him my hand. (idiot me) he grabs my hand says "thanks sweetie", (thanks for what?) and squeezes it.
in conclusion i am not sure if this is just some friendly bus driver who just wants some conversation, or if i should be leery of ever riding the 28 line again. i decided not to take the bus back. thanks kristen for the ride home!
7 comments:
omgosh that is too funny!! I quess you will not be riding the bus to much.. love ya Mom
heavy metal girl!!
hehehehe ...
2 things
1. most people in amercia suffer ( meaning most = almost all ) from lonliness....sp.... but its sad but oh so true dont you ever just get lonely.....
2. HE COULD BE A FREAK STAY AWAY hehehehe but i highly doubt you have to worry about that to much.
and i hear you like gilmore girls when i go to see kristen we shall have to do a re run night or something :) have a good day
hope the car garage works better
no prob bob. thanks for this interesting post. haha made me laugh.
Ah..life is never dull!
i haven't checked your blog in too long i guess...there was so much for me to read!!!!!
public transportation is always an interesting experience. i sort of enjoy the wierdness of it all... :)
ack! that sounds so awkward! i'm not gonna lie though, i laughed through the whole thing. :)
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