Tuesday, April 04, 2006

I hate buses

I had to take a bus on Friday. I hate buses.

A video gig I randomly snagged had me trekking out to the middle of nowhere Queens--Floral Park, which is 30 minutes by bus beyond the end of the F train. Or, as I calculate it, it's 35 minutes on foot.

Few sounds irritate me more than the incessant dinging of the Stop Request bell, particularly when it comes immediately after the bus pulls away from its previous stop. This says to me that there is yet another person too lazy to walk the 100 feet between stops. Between 179th St and 256th St, we must have made at least 40 stops, my blood pressure rising with each jerky acceleration and sudden brake for oblivious pedestrians. Aren't people afraid of getting hit by a bus any more?

Of course I'm fully aware that this all stems back to my hatred of taking city the bus in high school, which took 2 hours every day and only got me halfway home. And a lot of that hatred stemmed from my hatred of taking the school bus in middle school, which took 2 hours every day, and during the last hour, I was among the local bullies' favorite pastimes. Every now and then when I'm photographing a hot model, I think about how those kids must be doing now. I wonder if the graveyard shift at 7-11 is as fulfilling.


At 7:58 PM, Anonymous Yer mom said...

Haha.. which bus was that, BD? the short one?

At 12:54 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

There's nothing wrong with the graveyard shift.




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