Monthly Archives: December, 2011

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

# 4 – northbound
Status: either 7 minutes late or 3 minutes early

Same situation as the day before, with the bus arriving before 4:26 and a group of people at the stop. Another crowded bus. Between the St. Catherine and Kentucky stops, a very large man pulled the cord and stood up while the bus was moving. He was near the front of the bus, but there were also people standing. He bumped into a few people, apologized profusely, and kept shuffling up towards the front door, while I was wondering why he didn’t just wait. Almost there…Excuse me…I’m sorry… He thanked the bus driver and as he stepped off the bus said, Pray for me, you hear.


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

# 4 southbound, 7:31
Status: on time?

The driver was telling a passenger standing near him about the time he was shot. Pulled a gun on me…drove myself to the emergency room… Apparently, he still has a bullet in his leg and hopes to start jogging/running again next year.

#4 northbound
Status: either 7 minutes late or 3 minutes early

I planned to take the 4:26, but when I approached the stop at 4:23, a bus was pulling up. Because it was so crowded, I’m going to go with the assumption that it was the earlier bus running late.

The Proselytizer was on the bus. It took me awhile to figure out that the guy who often boarded in Old Louisville was the same guy I saw downtown yelling about Hell and Damnation. He’s kind of meek looking, balding with glasses. On the bus, he was speaking shaky Spanish to a couple across the aisle from him. I caught words like Dios…Jesus…Cielo… The man and woman responded to him as native Spanish speakers, and the man would scribble something on a paper, but the Proselytizer didn’t seem to be up for an actual conversation and didn’t really know much Spanish beyond what he was saying. No comprendo.It made me really wish I knew more Spanish so that I could have turned around and told him what the man was saying.

I then heard him say to another man in English: Excuse me, sir, can I ask you a question? Which ended up being about whether the man knew Jesus was our savior, was he a Christian, etc. Meanwhile, the Proselytizer was sitting in an aisle seat with his feet out and with no one in the window seat on a crowded bus. I’m pretty sure Jesus wants you to share your seat. After the first guy, he asked a second man, and by this point, he actually let someone sit next to him.

I was sitting in front of him and kind of wanted him to ask me so I could tell him that I had not accepted Jesus into my heart, but perhaps, he only talks to men.