Bus

I rode the bus to and from work three days this week. It's interesting. There's a certain rhythm about the everything. Early morning buses fill up with what seems to be a mix of high school kids and blue collar workers. Afternoons aren't as busy, probably because I ride home after the crush of high school kids is already home.

It doesn't take long to get used to riding the bus. Our bus system has a number of different models of busses, and I can tell almost immediately when I get on a bus where I should sit to give myself the most legroom, or so that I'm not directly under the heater. One spot on one of the busses is right under a blower that's uncomfortably hot. Another trap is getting too near the back of the bus, so you're on the raised platform. The trap is remembering to step down when I get up to exit the bus. Missing that step once was enough.

I have been early (which is good), just in time (with some pretty intense driving to get to my parking spot), and late (leading to a 45 minute wait in the bus station). I have had the driver miss me as I stood at my stop (luckily he did stop when I yelled and waved), and have the driver fail to stop when I rang for the stop (leaving me with a three block walk back).

I have saved three quarters of a tank of gas. I have gotten in better shape from the walking I have had to do to get to the bus station. Best of all, I have finished a fantastic book and have started another. I love the reading time this is giving me.