Commuting

If I have decided to take the bus to work, without fail, a bus will cross Bute on Davie while I am still on Bute, somewhere between Comox and Davie. It does not matter if I run to Davie or walk, the bus will cross before I can reach there.

If I have decided to walk to work, the bus and I will reach Davie & Bute at a mutually agreeable time. I then generally glare good-naturedly at the bus and continue on down Bute to Pacific.

2 Replies to “Commuting”

  1. There’s this bus driver on the Davie route who greets every passenger without fail:

    HEELLOOOOO THERE!

    And at the end of the line he yells out:

    KEEP ON SMILIN’!

    It’s part of my antisocial urban personality, I realize, that I find this to be a head-clutching nightmare. But I can’t help think of the novel “The Killer Inside Me” where this guy’s annoying small talk is the cover for homicidal tendencies.

  2. There’s this bus driver on the Davie route who greets every passenger without fail:

    HEELLOOOOO THERE!

    And at the end of the line he yells out:

    KEEP ON SMILIN’!

    It’s part of my antisocial urban personality, I realize, that I find this to be a head-clutching nightmare. But I can’t help think of the novel “The Killer Inside Me” where this guy’s annoying small talk is the cover for homicidal tendencies.

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