# 4 southbound
# 23 westbound
# 4 southbound
Doctor’s appointment and then on to work. The timing of the first set of buses worked out perfectly for me. For the second set, I waited about 5 minutes for the 23 and then waited 8 minutes or so for the 4. At one of the stops for the 23, I saw a man pick up a just-dropped cigarette and use it to light his own. On the second #4, the blind student with the Doberman and the blind student with the cane with a little wheel were both on the bus.
I stopped at the convenience store before heading into work. The owner has this thing about calling women “sweetie.” He is not from the United States, and I cannot place his country of origin, but I wonder if it’s a term that just doesn’t translate well. I’ve had the waitresses and bus drivers and other people who say “hon,” or “sweetie,” but he peppers it throughout a single, brief transaction. Hello, sweetie – how are you? Is that it for you, sweetie? Thank you, sweetie. Have a nice day, sweetie.
# 4 – southbound, 8:03 a.m.
I’ve started getting up later for work so that means catching a later bus in the morning and staying at work longer in the afternoon. I might need to tweak my schedule just a little because I’m a few minutes too late for the 7:51 a.m., which means for the past two mornings I’ve taken the 8:03. Except for the past two mornings, the 8:03 didn’t come until 8:08. And the driver is a heavy braker whether we’re approaching a stop or a light that’s already red. So I’ve been getting into the office just after 8:30. Normally on Fridays we have a staff meeting at 8:30 and I’d to have time to log in to my computer and get some tea. So the goal is the 7:51 bus.
# 4 – Central Park, southbound
I slept in this morning, on purpose, and was halfway down the block when I saw the #4 pull away — it was the 7:51. The next one was scheduled for 8:01, so I walked to the next stop. It was 7:58 when I got there. I considered walking one more stop–a long block–but decided to wait instead of risking any more of the icy sidewalk.
The bus, of course, was late. But it was a smoother ride than yesterday when the bus would get stuck in the snow and have trouble starting back up again after it made a stop. Better the bus than my Civic.
The route schedule changes in February and will now include my doctor’s office on the route, which should save time because I won’t have to transfer, but I don’t think it will stop at Jefferson anymore so my closest stop from home will be slightly farther away.
I actually haven’t been on the bus in a few weeks — travel, vacation, conferences, etc. I do need to write a special post on the Guatemalan chicken bus. In the meantime, I’m in San Diego for a conference. The hotel is just like home — near the Greyhound station and the courthouse. On the way back from dinner last night, I passed two apparently homeless men talking. Well, one man talked and the other one stood there: I don’t care what you’re doing. You can stay here if you want. But tomorrow I’m getting on that bus and out of San Diego.
I wonder what in January is a better option than San Diego, at least weather wise. It is about 60 degrees here with no rain.