A brand spanking new plan

Okay, so this week sucked, bus-wise. Let’s be honest. It was nearly an hour late on Monday night, and about 25 minutes late on Tuesday morning. I don’t need this shit. It takes me 20-25 minutes tops to drive in my car, and over an hour to take the bus. 

So.

We’ve reached an impasse.

But I’m not giving up entirely yet. I’m going to recalibrate my route. On Tuesday, I’m gonna take Big Blue the whole way there and back, using ONLY Olympic Blvd. None of this Wilshire to Westwood, Westwood to Olympic crap.

And then we’ll take it from there.

If this fails me, we may have to break up.

Do you understand what I’m saying, bus?

The people on the bus go round and round

I thought yesterday’s morning commute on the bus was bad.

Ha!

On the route home, my transfer bus was at least 10 minutes late and included an elderly woman cursing repeatedly, yelling at the bus driver, asking if he was deaf, and begging him several times in a glass-shattering voice to move up a few feet so the rear exit wouldn’t open in front of a tree. She was nearly hysterical. She had three suitcases. Where did she come from? Why were we all so reluctant to help her?

The bus driver was calm the whole time. I can’t even imagine the shit he’s seen.