The broken door and the broken phone

As you know from my earlier post today, my phone refused to charge last night. I went to Rogers on my way home today and the guy said to take out the battery and do a reboot and that should fix it. He took it and did so. I’d been reluctant to do it myself all day because I knew it would drain the battery even more and I wanted it to last me throughout the day. But he’d gone and done it and there was nothing I could do. When it had rebooted, the battery was essentially dead, my phone flashing, with insufficient coverage to do anything.

We talked about new phones and whether or not I had credit and that blackberry would come out with something new next year. I’m still confused about whether or not I have any credit at the moment. But apparently I have to wait ten months to receive a full credit. Whatever that means. I feel like that’s what they told me ten months ago. What kind of game is this?

I missed a bus since I had stopped at Rogers. But it was okay, another one came. Except it wasn’t okay. Because when we got to the next stop, the front door somehow broke. It wouldn’t close. We sat there for a while, waiting as the driver fiddled with it. He then announced that we’d have to wait because it was broken. And then finally he told us we would have to get off the bus because he couldn’t go anywhere if his door wouldn’t close.

And so we all made our way off. To add insult to injury, the back door closed in front of me while I was trying to get off. We were forced to wait for the next one. The driver eventually managed to pull the door closed. And then he drove away. Wait, what? I was very confused. The reason we had to get off was because the door wouldn’t close and so he couldn’t drive. But he got it closed. And then he drove. Could we not have gotten back on it since he was now able to drive again? I don’t understand!

The thing that bothered me most about this whole ordeal was not the fact that the door broke and made me wait. It was the fact that I couldn’t use my phone while I waited. So I couldn’t facebook or tweet or text or blog about it to complain. It’s as though Translink and blackberry have both joined forces to conspire against me. Do I even stand a chance?

The worst cough I’ve ever heard

So Translink upset me today. What else is new? I missed three buses due to a stop being rerouted. And then there were like ten transit cops at the sky train station checking fares. Cause you know, that’s completely necessary. Not to mention there’s track maintenance tonight so trains are delayed. And then there’s those annoying people sitting in the aisle seats when the window seat is empty, not leaving room for people to sit. I went and asked a guy if I could sit there and he moved for me. But really, I shouldn’t have to ask.

Now that I’ve said my piece about that, I can get to the real issue at hand. There’s this guy on the Canada Line right now who has the worst cough I’ve ever heard. And I’ve heard some bad ones, let me tell you. I’m actually scared. He sounds like he might cough up a lung. Or worse. I’m not sure what would be worse than coughing up a lung. I don’t really want to think about it. I’m guessing it’s smoker’s cough, but I mean it must be more than that. I’ve never heard a cough before that made me afraid for my own safety.

I can’t describe in words what it sounds like. Even if you could hear me, I wouldn’t be able to properly emulate it. I would say it sounds like a dog barking, but then that would be an insult to dogs and their barking. What I wouldn’t give to hear dogs barking right now instead. It’s just this nasty, loud, throat clearing, hacking sound. Sort of cavemanish. Like grunting almost. Sometimes it’ll stop for a moment but then I’ll hear him again. I’m scared to look over at him. I’m just grateful that he’s not sitting beside me. And I really hope that whatever problem he has clears up soon. And that it’s not contagious, since the Canada Line is a rather confined space.

Blogging on my birthday

This is probably the saddest blog post ever written. I mean who blogs on their birthday? I should be celebrating instead. Well in my defense, I’m on a bus right now and there’s not much I can do to celebrate at the moment. I mean I suppose I could have worn a party hat or a birthday tiara and a sash or something and then told random people around me that it was my birthday. And then have a birthday cake in my lap, complete with candles. And maybe a balloon. And request that they all sing for me? But alas, I’ve missed my chance. But this does sound like a good plan for next year… Because then I’ll be a quarter of a century and that seems like the appropriate way to deal with a mid-mid-life crisis.

I suppose I shouldn’t even be on a bus on my birthday. I should have someone to drive me around instead. There’s often this sense of entitlement that people have on their birthday. There are some that go all out and want it to be the best day ever and then there are others that prefer to treat it like any other day. Because why is it such a big deal that you were born? That was completely out of your control. Everyone around you was born too. It’s really not a major accomplishment.

But birthdays are still special, even for those who choose to ignore them. If you want them to be. It’s not just a celebration of the day you were born, it’s a celebration of you and of your life. But the sense of entitlement isn’t necessary. This is the first year that I’ve worked on my birthday. Because the past few years, it has fallen on the long weekend or I’ve requested it off. And before that I was unemployed. But I don’t mind anymore. A summer birthday is nice because I never had to go to school on my birthday like so many other people. But at the same time, the day was always depressing, because it meant that summer vacation was already half over.

I wasn’t going to blog today but a few people actually asked if I was writing a birthday blog post. Granted, they were probably joking. But I figured I may as well. I’m actually behind on my blogging at the moment. There are posts I would like to write but I haven’t had the time. So stay tuned for posts better than this one about night markets, dancing, and of course, birthdays. Because there’s only so much I can say in a blog post while commuting. But I liked the alliteration of “blogging on my birthday” and decided that a random post just had to be written. I apologize if it is lacking. But hey, it’s my birthday, so even if you don’t like this post, I’m entitled to your praise and acceptance.

There’s a rat on the bus

I heard the bus driver say “Can you please put it away?” and I looked over at the two guys in the middle of the bus who he was talking to. And then I saw what it was. It was a rat. Or a mouse? I couldn’t quite tell from where I was sitting. Which is probably a good thing since it meant I maintained my distance.

But yeah they were holding this white rat. But they listened to the driver and put it away. One guy took it and put it down his own shirt. Is it still there now? I think so. I guess he had nowhere else to put it. But ew. It’s a fucking rat. That’s disgusting to have it down your shirt. It creeps me out just thinking about it.

I’m sort of glad he did it though. Because the alternative could have been to let it run loose around the bus. And that would have freaked out a lot of people, me included. Why did they even have a rat with them on the bus? Like not in a cage or anything? Who does that? Is it just because I’m not an animal person that I don’t understand?

I’m no longer on that bus now so I don’t know what happened to the rat or the guy. His friend got off the bus before he did, so it’s just him and the rat now. The rat did what it was supposed to do and stayed out of sight. I wouldn’t have known it was there, had I not seen it before it went down the guy’s shirt. But now I’m going to be paranoid that people around me on the bus secretly have rats down their shirts.

That one good morning

So I’m constantly complaining about Translink. And rightly so. The other day two of my buses didn’t come and they assured me that the one I asked about was running on time and was right where it was supposed to be. I informed them that it never came to my stop but they just continually said there had been no reports. Then they finally said that it had been running late and had skipped my stop to compensate.

I constantly deal with these types of problems, as well as the crowds of people that surround and annoy me during my commutes. Like the throat clearer this morning who would alternate between the throat clearing and deep breathing for no apparent reason. And the even worse guy standing between us who made noises with his mouth as if he was chewing when really he wasn’t. I don’t know how to describe the sound in words, other than that it was annoying and unnecessary.

But yesterday was a good morning. A key part of it anyway. The part when I was on the 43 bus. Why? Because not only was the bus on time, but it was almost completely empty. There were maybe five other people on it. But they sat away from me. I had pretty much the whole back of the bus to myself. It was so nice and spacious. Not that I made use of the space or anything, I only took up one seat. But it was nice to be able to look up and not have to bear witness to any annoying habits that I otherwise would have.

It was odd. It was like a miracle. I began to wonder why it was so empty. I almost felt like tweeting translink to ask them why my bus was empty and what they did with the people. Were they gone for my benefit? I remember this Twilight Zone episode where for some reason this kid has power over this small town and when people think bad thoughts about him he can wish them away. At one point he complains to his dad that there aren’t any other children there for him to play with and his dad explains to him that it’s because he had wished all the other children away. He was an annoying kid. But yeah, maybe I had somehow subconsciously wished away the annoying people on the bus, before the bus even arrived at my stop. Although why I’d want to compare myself to an evil and disturbed little kid, I don’t know.

But clearly that wasn’t the case. Because I’m on the bus this morning and there are people on it. Unless they’re still gone and now I’m just hallucinating. Maybe I’m not even on a bus right now? Am I dreaming? Whatever the case, it’s not so bad. The bus isn’t completely full and the people on this bus are far less annoying than the ones on the Canada Line. If only I could have wished away some of those people. Particularly the throat clearer and the fake chewer. But alas this is real life and not the Twilight Zone. But still, a girl can dream.

My favourite kind of old person

Sometimes I complain about old people. When they shove me, or walk too slowly right in front of me. But I don’t generalize. They’re not all bad. Just a few that give the rest a bad name. But there are some old people who I admire.

This one time I was on the Canada Line and this old man was standing. Sometimes people who are neither old nor handicapped will sit in the priority seating seats when there are others around who need them more. That pisses me off. But the girl did offer her seat to the old man. But he turned it down and continued to stand. That’s my favourite kind of old person, one who doesn’t let age slow him down. I had to stand that day too, and I liked that we could both stand together in solidarity. If he was happy to stand without complaining, then so was I.

This morning, I had to stand again, as I often do. This time, an old woman got on at the next stop. She was also offered a seat. Actually I think someone might have told the person in the seat they should offer her their seat. The person in the priority seating area is often oblivious. But the old woman refused the seat as well and continued to stand. I like when that happens. She was also very good at standing. I mean, she was standing near me, but didn’t crowd or have an annoying habit as most people who stand near me often do. I greatly appreciated this. I also liked her shoes. They weren’t your typical old lady walking shoes. Needless to say, she’s my new idol. That’s the kind of old person that I want to be, if I ever make it to that age.

I almost gave a middle aged Asian lady a lap dance

No, not intentionally. I don’t mean that I thought about doing it but couldn’t work up the nerve to. Do you honestly think that would be something I would want to do? It was never my intention. It’s just something that could have potentially occurred due to a combination of my poor sense of balance and Translink conspiring against me.

This morning, I got on the bus, walked down the aisle, and chose a seat. I was about to sit down when the bus jerked forward and I moved to the side slightly before I sat down. But I’m proud to say I did not fall on anyone. But I came dangerously close to falling on the middle aged Asian lady beside me before maneuvering away. Hence the almost lap dance. That would’ve been awkward.