I knew I was cutting it close this morning and not giving myself quite enough time to get to the bus. Maybe I could have saved 30 seconds if I’d worn regular shoes and not my wedge sandals. But it’s sunny! And warm! And I wanted to be cute for the first time in months by wearing cute shoes!
I think my first warning should have been when Dave asked if I was taking the bus today, and I said, “I’m going to try.” Some days you shouldn’t even try; you should just grab a book, crawl back into bed, and call it a day.
I leave the house in a rush to try to make it to the closest bus stop. The good thing is that if I leave too late and the bus has already come by, there’s another stop a little farther that the bus reaches about 10 minutes later. So while I was rushing to the bus, I knew if I’d already missed the bus I’d just start walking to the other bus stop.
As I reached the street that I cross to get to the bus stop, I see the bus lumbering towards me. I quickly hit the crosswalk flasher button, knowing the bus will stop, giving me enough time to cross the street and run to the bus stop. As I get to the other side of the street, the bus driver honks his horn and waves for me to get on right there. Awesome! I don’t have to run! I hurry to get on the bus, but as I step up, my sandal catches on the step into the bus and I face plant right in front of the driver.
Only two people were on the bus, so I jumped up, “I’m okay! I’m okay!” and rush to a seat, all the while the bus driver saying, “Oh! Are you okay? Are you sure?”
Ten minutes later, as the bus is waiting at a light to turn left where it will stop at the bus stop that I use if I miss the earlier stop, someone taps me on the shoulder and says the driver wants to talk to me. The bus is unusually quiet, but I go up and he explains I’ll need to fill out a form, as will the two witnesses. I repeat that I’m really okay, that my knee’s not even scraped, but “it’s procedure”. I blush, because that’s what I do, go back to my seat, and fill out the form.
After I catch the second bus that takes me to work, I’m sitting there reading, and a man behind me with two silver teeth in amongst his real teeth says to me, “Lady, your hair smells good!” Normally this would be creepy, but after the morning I’ve already had, I’m strangely flattered.