Just another morning

When I get on the bus, I always hope that no one will sit beside me. At least not for a while. I know that eventually it will fill up and inevitably happen. As luck would have it, the guy who sat beside me kind of took up more than his own seat. How pleasant. At least the first bus isn’t too long of a ride. Usually. As my eyes wandered as I sat there, I made the mistake of looking directly into this old man’s ear, which had ear hair in it. That’s something that I cannot unsee. This woman across from me was reading The Hunger Games. Which reminds me I need to blog about that. The movie, not the book. I haven’t read the book. I suppose I will. Eventually. Though not on the bus. I reserve that time for blogging.

Luckily, the Canada Line didn’t drive away right as my bus stopped at the station. With a minute left, I was able to make it, despite the metro & 24 hours news guys in my way. I walked by this guy with paint on his shirt who tried to whistle, but sort of failed as it didn’t come out right. There was a group of kids at the station. But the teacher or leader or whoever had the good sense not to try and cram them on this train and told them they would wait for the next one. Thank God for that. And good luck to the people on the next train.

They really should have a tissue dispenser and a hand sanitizer dispenser on all forms of public transit. Like you get it complimentary with your fare. It’s the least they could do. But even if they did, I bet the people who really need it wouldn’t even use it. Like the woman standing beside me who keeps wiping her nose on her hand. They should also have a vending machine with breath mints, mouth wash, and deodorant. I wouldn’t mind if they charged a fee for those. I’m sure people desperate enough would buy it. They could really make a lot.

It wasn’t really raining it Richmond. Spitting at most. But of course when I got out of the station at Oakridge, it was pouring. And I’m wearing suede shoes. Because I’m that smart. I wasn’t going to, but I couldn’t wear the shoes I wanted because I didn’t have the right socks, and then I wasted time looking but to no avail. And ran out of time and didn’t get the chance to grab breakfast, so I’ve already eaten part of my lunch. I also didn’t have time to fix my hair, so it looks worse than usual right now, especially with the rain.

Suede skate shoes

As I crossed the street, there was an old couple right in front of me, walking very slowly. He had a walker and she was beside him, trying to hold an umbrella over both their heads. It was kind of sweet actually. But for a moment I felt like we were going to die because we wouldn’t make it across the street in time. I stupidly missed not one, but two 41 buses. Well not so much missed as didn’t get on. Because I went to the 43 stop. Where there is no shelter from the rain. But it’s the faster bus. Although I doubt if it will actually catch up to the 41s at this rate. But oh well. I’m safe and dry on it now and there is no one sitting beside me. Life is good.

 

Another blog post from my blackberry about my morning commute

Is it too soon for another blog post from my blackberry? Probably. But I’ll do it anyway. If not now, it’ll be later, so why not now?

Okay so I got on the Canada Line, and there are always people who run up the escalator & onto the train because there’s less than a minute left. Usually I’m one of them. But this time I got to walk because there was still time. There are always people in my way who are moving slowly.

The reason I mention this, is because today there was this one guy who ran onto the train. And then he stood there next to me, panting for like five minutes. Okay, maybe it wasn’t five minutes. But it was a prolonged period of heavy breathing that seemed unnecessary. It was as if he’d just run a marathon. Okay, I’m exaggerating. A half marathon maybe. But really I shouldn’t be judging, because if I’d had to run for the train I would probably be doing the same thing. But I would try to hide it.

An old lady just pushed me out of the way so she could get off the train. She could have said excuse me. And then had I refused to move, by all means, push me. I wasn’t even in her way really. What is wrong with people?

As I was getting on the train, there were several people in front of me. I always tend to choose the wrong lineup. The slow moving one. I knew I probably wouldn’t get a seat. But then I saw a few available. But people were in my way so someone who entered from a different door got it. But I was standing beside an empty seat. But it was a priority seat for seniors and handicapped people. So I left it. Although the guy who ended up sitting there was neither handicapped nor a senior. But whatever. It’s not like I have to stand all day or anything… Oh wait, yes I do.

I want to eat some of my lunch. I packed extra food today. Because there was a small piece of Dr. Oetker pizza from last night that wasn’t enough. I ate most of it when I came home from dinner last night. It was kind of like my second dinner. Even though I’d already eaten a lot at The Red Pagoda, the vietnamese place I went to since I had an online voucher for it. I liked my food, but my friend wasn’t so impressed. The waitress spilled something on this other customer. I think they got a free dessert for it? I would’ve just comped their meal. I kind of wish she’d spilled it on me so that our dessert would have been free.

So the piece of pizza wasn’t enough so I also have a sandwich and a smaller sandwich in a bun. And I had breakfast this morning. Because I had a few extra minutes, even after spending time looking for socks. Why? Because I took a shorter shower. Why? Because I looked up and I saw a spider in there and I freaked out. Because when I looked again it wasn’t there anymore and I was like oh shit, it could be anywhere oh my God where is it?! And so I hurried and got the hell out of there. Who knows where it is now…

I made the risky move of getting on the 41 bus instead of the 43. Because of course the 43 left before I could cross the street. And the 41 came next. So I got on it. And it was slow. And I was worried. But as we got from Cambie to Granville, I saw the 43 behind us. So I made the even riskier move of getting off the 41 in attempt to switch to the 43. And I succeeded. I’d have been pissed if I’d inadvertently missed them both in the process. This 43 is quite empty too. I was pleasantly surprised. (The 43 is an express bus during peak hours that makes less stops and travels faster than the 41)

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat part of my lunch. I’ll call it brunch, since it’s occurring in between breakfast and lunch.