As if it wasn’t enough that she mistimed her walk to the bus stop in the morning, and missed her intended bus to work. It had to be that the next bus due was running late. The morning heat was already high at 7.30am, near 80 degrees. This was day 1 of trying to do the right thing and taking public transport to and from work. A five-minute walk then a 20 minute wait was not the plan before a 30 minute ride. But it was pleasant and social.
The poor dear does not ride well in vehicles, so cannot read. Even dealing with messages on a Blackberry makes her queasy.
By the time the work day ended near 5pm, all the morning mishaps had been dismissed. The heat was now searing, though, as she walked the 4 blocks to K Street and 20th. But, where was the bus? Late. Cha! 20 minutes later, the next one came. God bless you! Within minutes it was not a blessing. The driver did not know the route–“It’s been a while since I drove this route”–and deviated towards upper Georgetown neighbourhoods instead of going straight along the main road. The passengers howled. Once the driver realised his mistake, he decided to just rejoin the route. What? How could he ignore people he had missed by taking the wrong road. So, he had to retrace. People power!
My dear one despaired. Was this worse than being hijacked? Civic-mindedness was fine, but… When a sweating, frazzled, urban worker entered her home some 90 minutes after leaving her office “This won’t work,” did not come unexpectedly. Two-and-a-half hours of bus commuting compared to a 40 minute car drive is not a good alternative.
I don’t think a glass of wine and some cheese and olives will cut it as compensation each day. But, she’s made of sturdy stuff. She ordered a SmartTrip card today (something, which, in keeping with Metro’s fare policies, is far too complicated). We’re not quitters, right.