Get in Line!

I recently moved out of the city. Yes, I know. Everyone knows I'm a city girl, have always lived in big cities, and always would. But yes, I moved out of our fair city. I'm still close, but not close enough.

And I realized that taking a bus from the east is like nothing else you can imagine. My first day, I arrived at the Park N Ride. There were two people standing under the shelter. I went in and made my way next to them. They were both facing north, and I assumed they were watching for the bus to come. Knowing that I would see the bus when it rolled up in front of me, I faced the street, put in my earbuds and cranked up the ipod. Then I realized something was a little strange. Nobody stood in front of me. I looked to my right. There was a line of people. And at that moment I realized I was in a line.... and I wasn't facing the right way. True to my personality, I was bucking the pattern, fucking it up, if you will. It was amusing.

Then the bus came and the fun began. Everyone boarded the bus, in single file, in the exact order in which we had arrived! Now this was COOL! After living in the city, where people would run down their own grandmother to get on the bus first, this was, dare I say, REFRESHING! I marched on the bus with the rest of the sheep and found a seat.

So a couple days later, I'm catching the bus downtown, heading home to the Park N Ride. Now everyone knows that if you're downtown, there's just no way in hell that your bus is the only one that comes to that specific stop. I find my stop in time to see my bus driving away. SHIT! Now I have to wait for the next one. I meander to the bus stop sign, put in my earbuds and cranked up the ipod. I'm the only one that looks like they're even waiting for a bus. Oh well. I stand there, content with my music choice.

Then I turn about 90 degrees sideways, and see a LINE behind me! I am dying to turn around and say, "how the FUCK do you know what bus I'm taking?" But I say nothing. I text message Big Daddy and tell him this amusing tale. My bus arrives and the line follows me onto it. Seriously, what would they have done if I got on another bus? Would they follow me anyway? Curse me for standing in the wrong place? What? It was just crazy!

I get on the bus and call my friend Mike and tell him the story of the lines to take the bus, ending my story with "white people are so polite!" I was feeling a little racial after this story until I meet up with a good friend of mine on Saturday night. I start telling her my story and before I can even finish, she says, "Oh my gawd, do you ride the white bus?" All I can do is laugh and nod.