A return to the bus
I made my way to school today around 11 a.m. I was headed to school to meet with a prof and my mind was largely on the coming discussion about photo software we were going to have.
As I sat quietly in my seat, bemoaning the lack of power in my iPod's battery, I began to hear an odd mumbling.
Moments later, the mumbling turned to near-full shouting when my busmates and I discovered we had been taken hostage by one of the most feared creatures in all of mass transit -- the bus driver with road rage.
At first I was unsure who had angered him so. Soon, his attention turned to the serious slowdown of traffic exiting Mopac onto 35th. As we rounded the corner, it became clear there had been an accident (the truck hanging pointing precariously down the embankment to the highway was fair clue).
"Oh, look, it's the Crime Stoppers, gonna stop some crime, boys." said our obviously nutty captain as we passed two APD cars working the wreck.
This is the moment my fellow hostages and I begin to look around, afraid to laugh aloud and draw attention to ourselves, but unwilling to let the moment pass by unacknowledged.
The next round of screaming came but a block later, when someone pulled into the lane next to us. This sent our scattered skipper into a right rage, shouting at that "stupid... woman" in the SUV.
Thankfully, that was the last of the raised voices (that we could hear, at any rate -- I'll not guess as to the continued presence of the ones in his head). The muttering continued unabated all the way to campus, when we fled the bus while warily eyeing the man at the helm.
Just more than a week left, thankfully.
As I sat quietly in my seat, bemoaning the lack of power in my iPod's battery, I began to hear an odd mumbling.
Moments later, the mumbling turned to near-full shouting when my busmates and I discovered we had been taken hostage by one of the most feared creatures in all of mass transit -- the bus driver with road rage.
At first I was unsure who had angered him so. Soon, his attention turned to the serious slowdown of traffic exiting Mopac onto 35th. As we rounded the corner, it became clear there had been an accident (the truck hanging pointing precariously down the embankment to the highway was fair clue).
"Oh, look, it's the Crime Stoppers, gonna stop some crime, boys." said our obviously nutty captain as we passed two APD cars working the wreck.
This is the moment my fellow hostages and I begin to look around, afraid to laugh aloud and draw attention to ourselves, but unwilling to let the moment pass by unacknowledged.
The next round of screaming came but a block later, when someone pulled into the lane next to us. This sent our scattered skipper into a right rage, shouting at that "stupid... woman" in the SUV.
Thankfully, that was the last of the raised voices (that we could hear, at any rate -- I'll not guess as to the continued presence of the ones in his head). The muttering continued unabated all the way to campus, when we fled the bus while warily eyeing the man at the helm.
Just more than a week left, thankfully.
posted by Audrey at 9:24 PM
2 Comments:
Anyone else clamoring for some pictures of the inside of the bus? Maybe you could sneak some pics, or maybe the other passengers would let you take them...
Thanks for posting- I needed a little giggle.
Hi Audrey! Great Story! I misss you back at okc but i know your having a blast so don't worry!
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