I have a love hate relationship with public transport.
I love the fact that it gets you from A to Z and keeps you entertained with the diversity of people who make their journey through such transportation. But then I hate that it makes you want to sleep; almost as though the gentle rumbling as the train or bus trudges along, is a lullaby rocking you to sleep.
The problem arises when you do actually fall asleep and wake up having already missed your stop. What the hell dude? Its bad enough I haven’t got a car, do you really have to make it so that I have to make a return journey before actually having to make the official return journey?
Another problem, this I found to be a recurring theme on my bus journeys, is not knowing when you should get up for a senior citizen or a pregnant woman or a disabled person. So many times, I thought I was doing a kind act by getting up for an individual only to find I have made a horrid mistake. The woman wasn’t pregnant.
How the hell was I suppose to know? I’m not a bloody mind reader!
So I got up and told her to take a seat. And in an attempt to persuade her a little more, and in an attempt by god to embarrass me a little more (a successful attempt I might add), I took a long and extremely obvious look at her stomach as my way of saying ‘you’re pregnant, take a seat madam’. A few seconds seemed liked hours, it finally dawned on me that she was neither pregnant, nor did she think of herself as...fat. And to make it that much more transparent, she actually told me to sit down and that she wasn’t pregnant.
I tried my best to cover up my mistake. I little uncomfortable giggle was followed by a hasty pressing of the ‘stop’ button. I told her it was my stop anyway.
It wasn’t my stop; I was nowhere near my stop. Shit.
I propose that pregnant women should wear a badge or something, so that they are distinguishable from the masses of obese women. Or they should learn how to drive...or just drive illegally. God!
And old people, come on, they say we should give up our seat to these senior citizens. When the hell do you know when they are senior citizens? How do you know they are not trying to hide the fact that they are senior citizens and are aiming to pass off as a 40 year old?
I’m not going to lie, were the queen to make a journey on the same bus or train as me, and were there no seats available, I wouldn’t get up for her. Why? Well because she looks like she could handle herself standing up.
And isn’t it a good thing when someone doesn’t get up for an old dude/dudette? Doesn’t that mean we don’t think of them as old people and therefore they look young to us?
They should learn how to drive as well, legally or illegally. God!
I didn’t think public transport could cause so much drama.
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