On the bus last week, heading home. Yea! Bus was packed. Boo! So I ended up sitting on a sideways facing seat right behind the driver. I can't read, I can't see anything except the miserable people seated across from me, and I'm having to brace myself so as not to bang into the divider behind the driver. But, I'm on my way home, so I'm pretty happy. Also, the driver was driving carefully, taking it easy in the turns, and accelerating gently so it wasn't too bad.
Then it happened: Just as we passed an intersection, we heard a loud horn. They held the horn down. We all shrugged, "Whatever," reminded ourselves it would be about 30 minutes, and we would be HOME. (It does become a mantra, doesn't it?) Next thing I know, I'm slamming my shoulder HARD into the divider as the bus driver hits the brakes. Leaning forward, I look out the window to see a tiny, red coupe from the 80s (not a Fiero, but close) sitting right in front of the bus. It's barely moving, leaving us stuck behind it. Obviously, the driver had somehow decided that the bus had offended him in some horrifying, unforgiveable way, and wanted to make sure the driver knew it.
The bus driver was very cool, said, "I don't know what they're thinking," and backed off the car a bit. The car driver slowed down, nearly stopping, making sure we missed the next light, then jumped on the freeway away from us.
I thought about how satisfying it would have been karmically if the bus driver had not been able to stop, but then I balanced that against how much guilt the driver would feel and how much trouble she would probably be in and how likely the transit authority was to be sued over the accident. Seriously, that car was so small, it probably would have gone right under the front bumper with hardly a bump.
I was also close to forcing my way off the bus and going after the car. I bet I could have scared the crap out of him. Picture a rather large, extremely angry lady, approaching a Fiero, swinging a purse on a shoulder strap that is the size of a whole ham and weighs about the same. I think they would have bailed.
Then it happened: Just as we passed an intersection, we heard a loud horn. They held the horn down. We all shrugged, "Whatever," reminded ourselves it would be about 30 minutes, and we would be HOME. (It does become a mantra, doesn't it?) Next thing I know, I'm slamming my shoulder HARD into the divider as the bus driver hits the brakes. Leaning forward, I look out the window to see a tiny, red coupe from the 80s (not a Fiero, but close) sitting right in front of the bus. It's barely moving, leaving us stuck behind it. Obviously, the driver had somehow decided that the bus had offended him in some horrifying, unforgiveable way, and wanted to make sure the driver knew it.
The bus driver was very cool, said, "I don't know what they're thinking," and backed off the car a bit. The car driver slowed down, nearly stopping, making sure we missed the next light, then jumped on the freeway away from us.
I thought about how satisfying it would have been karmically if the bus driver had not been able to stop, but then I balanced that against how much guilt the driver would feel and how much trouble she would probably be in and how likely the transit authority was to be sued over the accident. Seriously, that car was so small, it probably would have gone right under the front bumper with hardly a bump.
I was also close to forcing my way off the bus and going after the car. I bet I could have scared the crap out of him. Picture a rather large, extremely angry lady, approaching a Fiero, swinging a purse on a shoulder strap that is the size of a whole ham and weighs about the same. I think they would have bailed.
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