It’s fun riding the bus with friends – not as a general way to all go somewhere for fun together, but for commuting together. Literally waving to your friend as he or she gets on the bus and joins you in the back because your both heading in the same direction for work.
While I was growing up, my dad worked in Seattle, Washington, which is 45 minutes north of the town I grew up in. He took the bus. I remember when I went with him to work one day because of “Take Your Daughter to Work Day.” On the bus, he was saying hi to all these people! He explained to me that they were also commuters that rode the same 6:15 bus with him every morning. I remember thinking my dad was so cool.
Now, that gets to be my experience! Among other things, of course…
This morning, I was headed to an annual meeting for work. So were my friends who also live in Ximending and teach English for the same company. I hopped on bus 235 at my regular stop, only a five minute walk (if I hit the green crosswalk lights all the way through) from the entrance of my apartment building. At the next stop, my friend Michael hopped on at the stop that’s basically infront of his apartment. And then, at the very next stop, we picked up Chris, Jamie and Belinda at the stop down the sidewalk from their apartment. We were hoping to pick up another fellow teacher at the next bus stop, but we found out later he was running a little late that morning.
Sometimes, especially when it comes to commuting, it really is the little things. The commute this morning was not without disaster, though, of course. After all, this blog is a confession.
I made myself some tea with my to-go tea bottle I bought in Hong Kong before I headed out the door. On the bus, as I was scanning my Easy Card, I dropped this bottle onto the bus floor. Initially, I was under the impression that this was going to be like any other incident of dropping a bottled beverage on the floor: I was going to bend over and pick it up, no damage done. Worst case scenario? The bottle breaks.
Well, I got something in between. Please remember, I am on a moving bus while all of this is happening. As soon as I looked down, I saw that the bottle was leaking, and I was still in the process of scanning my card and putting it away. The leak was serious; quite a bit of tea had been spilled out all across the floor right infront of the door. I found myself repeating the words “Oh no, Oh no.” A fellow bus patron gave me this “that sucks, sorry but not really” look. Another patron – bless her heart! – handed me a small pile of tissues.
Then Michael got on the bus and of course he noticed the spill. When he saw me I immediately confessed my sin. Then Belinda made a comment as she was boarding with Chris and Jamie. She thought it was juice.
Welcome to Bus 235, everybody. I was here. Want some tea?!? I’m honestly just thankful for that lady who handed me the tissues. At least she sympathized with my plight. And I was riding the bus with friends! AND (this is probably the most important thing of all) I still had plenty of tea left.
Count your blessings, people, count your blessings. A friend dared me to do that one time and it changed my life. Moral of the story #2: Don’t cry over spilled tea.