Bus Blues

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays? Especially when my bus is 20 minutes late and the whole point of getting up and going to the gym early is lost because some bus driver couldn't get his shit together and be on time. We have the absolute WORST transit system, and it pisses me off.

When we went to NY and Boston, we had no trouble getting around. It was so easy, Jenny was able to ditch me on a train and I found my way back to our hotel with no problem, and in a timely, dare I say swift, manner. But here, in Seattle, life taking the bus sucks. You stand around hoping today is the day your bus shows up on time. Once you get on the bus, you're praying the bus driver isn't one of those guys who waits 30 seconds at every stop to see if some I-slept-in-late-but-still-had-time-to-get-my-latte mother-effer comes barreling around the corner. And then of course as you are finally comfortable enough to stop watching every person get on the bus, some smelly, old, fat, loud, obnoxious, drunk, cell phone talker (choose one or all as applicable) gets on and decides YOU - lucky you- are the one s/he wants to sit next to today. Oh kill me.

The only reason I do this, is because I love Jenny. Thats really all it boils down to. She deserves some time to herself in the morning without having to tote me off to work every morning. Sure, I go work out. And I'm sure that is beneficial in some way, that I may see results from eventually. But overall, I do it for her. So she can relax a little. Meanwhile, I'm subjected to inhaling other people's filth, perfume, cigarette smoke, breakfast sandwhich, BO, and in one particular man's case on my bus this morning... urine. Man, am I getting my $1.50 worth of life.

So, as a final note... if you see a gym clothes clad young lady riding the number 5 around 6:30am, with a scowl on her face, leave her alone. Don't sit next to her, let her have some space.

Please. Give me a break.