Bus Patrol

The bus has become an integral part of my life. Not only does the bus drive me from point A to point B, it also defines the mood of my morning and/or evening. {I realize I am giving the bus too much power, but let's choose to see beyond this glaring fault...}

You see, my classes are scheduled to end at 6:50 PM. Not so conveniently, the last bus that goes straight to Magnolia (my home) is scheduled to leave at 6:52 PM. You can imagine my excitement when A: I get out of class early, B: the bus arrives late, or C: I leave class early to catch the bus. Today was the B option and I did a jump, cheer, and fist pump (literally) on campus because I was so stoked that I was going to make the bus. Here begins the story of my love affair with the bus.

Today on my {conveniently 7 minutes late} bus we had the regulars: old guy who uses a head lamp to read his book, orange haired dude, guy with glasses who gets off at my stop. You get the picture.

However, there was one strikingly obviously newbie. Who was she? And {more importantly} who does she think she is taking up an ENTIRE seat with her purse? (NOT even a big purse might I add.) I walked by and looked right at her then to the seat with the purse then back at her--likely looking annoyed. Who does she think she is? Too good to sit next to other fellow route 31 bus riders? Important enough to have TWO seats to herself, which left me with 3/4 of a seat next to a dude who just had to use so much room for himself.

I walked to my seat feeling disgruntled by this girl impostor who took up too many seats. I kept replaying all the things she was probably saying to herself in her head while she stole an extra seat. And then it struck me..

Who did I think I was? Who ever named me the Bus Patrol? How in the world did I manage to make the bus a competition? {Oh, and don't you worry...I have my bus pass conveniently placed in my Vera Bradley key chain wallet so that I don't even have to lift a finger pulling the pass in and out of my wallet. Look at me saving time! You have to get your bus pass in and out? HA!}

Seriously though, is that what my life has come to? "Winning" at my own made up bus war? It's a sad state of affairs over here. Time to reevaluate my priorities.

To the bus girl, I apologize for the glare. You can take as many seats as you please! Well, as long as you don't leave me next to old guy with the head lamp...I'm not ready for him yet.