Since my wife had her accident last week, I’ve been doing the mass transit gig (she needs my car for her job).
Going to work in the morning is a breeze. My wife drops me off at the downtown plaza in the morning (where the buses all hang out), I get on my bus, and it drops me off right in front of my work. Coming home, on the other hand, is a different story. I have two issues with the evening ride:
- The bus that picks me up from work arrives downtown 2 minutes after my connecting bus leaves the plaza (giving me a 28 minute layover).
- The bus I take to get to my house is the same bus that goes to the Gospel Mission (the homeless shelter).
So… I’m surrounded by interesting characters at the plaza, and interesting smells on the ride home. I’m also now very aware of how many people with mental ailments live in my town. It’s a little shocking.
But I’m not complaining. I honestly don’t mind riding the bus, and it’s only for a couple of weeks. It does get me pretty close to my house (about 5 blocks from my front door) and it beats the hell out of walking. Plus, it only costs me $2 a day to travel to Liberty Lake (the town I work in) and back. I can’t drive my car for that cheap (motorcycle maybe, but car… no).
Other news: I have been assured from an OMG SUPER SECRET reliable source that Eve (of grumpyoldwoman.net fame) is going to make a glorious return to the intrawebs next month. I eagerly await her witty banter! We’ve missed you, babe!