Trials and Tribulations of Being Passengers on Joe Pesci's bus

Today was another first and not in the good way. I'm not sure why this week is being such a pain in my ass but it is succeeding.

As yesterday, my qualms are with the bus. This time, it's with my Joe Pesci driver. I'm just going to call him Joe Pesci from now on because it fits and I just like saying his name. Picture in your mind an old (I mean like 70s), over-weight, white-haired, hat wearing, sweater vest clad man.

So I'm on the phone with my Grandma because I always tell her when I get on the bus so she knows I'm on my way home. She decided to tell me that our refrigerator is STILL not fixed because the repair guy that came today didn't bring the part with him. Awesome sauce. We were discussing what to make for dinner and she said she had cheese in a cooler that we have been storing all of our dairy products in (don't worry, we change the ice out daily).

I asked her what kind of cheese and all of a sudden I hear...

"How about you talk about your cheese when you get off the bus. Get off your phone," over the speaker.

Excuse me?

EXCUSE ME?

I have been on the phone for exactly one minute and I'm not even talking loud. I'm whispering for Christ's  sake. The bus also had 3 other people on it, all of which had their headphones in.

Hey jackwipe, how about you use a little common decency when asking someone to do something. Had he politely asked, I would have been fine with the request. The fact that he snarked at me over the speaker with a piece of my conversation and, mind you, I was sitting in the front seat so he could have easily told me to get off my phone at any given point just by saying it. No, he had to make my conversation seem utterly ridiculous (which come on, I was talking about what I was going to make for dinner) and say it over the speaker so everyone on the bus could hear.

What. A. Jackass.

I hate you Joe Pesci driver.

If my eyes had laser beams, you'd totally be dead.

On the plus side, I did have the door opened for me 5 times today. And hey, it's only Tuesday!

For those who don't understand my Joe Pesci references, go watch a Snickers ad.

A Critique on Society: AKA BE NICE TO PEOPLE

Yet again, I just have something to say about the decency of people in this world.

I try really really hard to be an optimistic person. Anyone who knows me knows that I usually have a smile for someone and am willing to chat. I'm a generally happy person and excited about life because life is good! It's good to be alive! Even in the morning (much to Erin's dismay)! I've even been called spastic and I choose to think this is said with a deep affection.

POINT BEING.

I'm so sick of dealing with rude people. They are the blight on my life and I'm at the point that I think my jaw muscle is developing a six pack from clenching.

I've been walking around in a knee brace from spraining my knee and I figured that maybe people would be nice to the gimp walking around.

Apparently I'm the blight in the life of people who are in a hurry!

I'm going to get off the bus today and I get knocked into by this big burly dude who decided that getting off the bus out of seat order was a good idea. Hey jackwagon, there is a way that we do things out here in the world. Did your kindergarten teacher never teach you how to wait your turn? Settle down. You'll be off the bus in 15 seconds.

But whatever.

I figured he had somewhere to be and knocking into me was an accident. I ended up following him into the parking ramp. Mind you, I've got a brace (that is visible on the outside of my jeans) on that is really hard for me to walk in and I am limping. I end up behind him  and, maybe because I'm a girl and I've been raised to see it as correct behavior, I was expecting him to hold the door. Not all butler style letting me go first or anything, just holding it open behind him so I could grab it.

Not the case.

How about we just drop the door on little miss hobble-along? That sounds like a fun game. It'll be fun to watch her battle the door. Maybe she'll lose and end up with her backpack suck.

WHO KNOWS?

Or maybe this is exactly what happened.

Did the guy even turn around and notice? Nope. No he did not. Jaw. Clenching. I curse you with fire, sir. FIRE. Fire from my hateful words.

This is some high quality sitcom action right here. I've been told I should make video blogs because, really, how on earth does this even happen to me? What did I ever do to anyone that makes this my life?

Life Advice #1: Don't be the jackwad on the bus because maybe some hateful girl will write a blog post about it.




















Mondays are the worst.

Go Home and Eat Some Fiber

I'm just going to complain for a second about public transportation.

It's a great thing. As someone who doesn't have her license, the buses are a great way to get me to where I need to be on a fairly good time schedule.

But.

Some of the drivers of said buses are ridiculous to a crazy degree. They can be rude or polite, slow or fast, and any other extreme that you could think of.

Today for example. I was on my express bus coming home from the U and this driver was just laying on the horn. These weren't mild taps, folks. These were holding down the horn and making rage gestures at the people he thought were blocking his path. I realize that buses are special and can get away with some traffic things that cars can't but holy crap. We were stuck in traffic and no one could go anywhere and he was just honking this horn CONSTANTLY.

Then we got to a stop and someone pulled the cord and the driver just neglected to stop. He breezed right through it. Someone stood up and said that someone had pulled the cord for the stop and he yelled at the passenger like it was their fault he didn't hear the cord go off! Dude, who pissed in your oatmeal this morning? Settle down. And quit slamming on the breaks whilst going through a turn. Good thing I'm used to abrupt stops (thanks Buzz!) because otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd have hit my head on the person sitting in front of me.

Who knows. Maybe he just had an angry Joe Pesci in him and needed a Snickers.