To the back of the bus...

Yesterday was a terrible day for me in general. Just a frustrating day at work mainly. I leave the office and head for the bus to go home. During the hour I stood waiting, there was supposed to be four buses come by. Nothing. Finally a bus shows and was full. I found a seat at the very back of the bus. I usually do not sit at the back and haven’t sat there on a local bus in a long time. I sit down and was obviously the minority but that doesn’t bother me. People chatting, laughing, complaining about the wait and traffic. One man pulls out a radio and we listen to the likes of Marvin Gaye, Gladys Night, and Teddy Pendergrass. One man was talking about a stabbing that happened in his neighborhood. Another chimes in and reminds him that the victim was stabbed three times. Then we heard that dreaded sound that I know all too well; the sound of metal crunching. A car next to the bus plowed into the car in front of them. We kept on going. The woman sitting near me told me that bus had hit her a few years ago, side-swiping her on her way to her grandmother’s funeral and driving her mother’s car. At that point I decided that my day really wasn’t that bad and enjoyed the ride. After an hour and a half commute (usually it is 30 minutes) I finally made my way home in much better spirits than when I left the office. I walked the dog, had some lasagna, drank a beer, took a shower, watched some Desperate Housewives, and went to bed.