It's 5:15 am. I have been up since one. I am achey, tired and miserable. I don't get sick often..but when I do..It's often a doozey. This is no exception.
Yesterday I left work at 4:30. I shouldn't have come in at all yesterday, but there were emails to deploy and I am not set up to work from home at this new job. By 3:30 I knew I pushed it too far. I had telephone conference scheduled at 4, I had to back out.
So I am trying to get home with the least amount of walking in the cold as possible because...who knows..I may develop pneumonia...and I'm waiting for the bus, which is not something I normally do, but this bus will actually drop me off right at my door. I am waiting for the B68, but when it pulls up the 6 is not lit and it just looks like the B 8 bus. No matter, I know it's the right bus so I step on. A few minutes later, and elderly man gets on the bus and asks the bus driver "is this the B68?" to which the snotty bus driver replies.."what does it read up front?". I chime in "Yes sir, it's the B68 the 6 is burned out on the marquee" and I look towards the bus driver and ask "Dude, You don't know what bus your driving?"
What a jerk! I mean was it such a hardship to courteously answer the gentlemen's question? What if he was blind?
Other people on the bus were shaking their heads. The next stop was mine, and the bus driver repaid me by jamming on the brakes so I almost fell over when the bus stopped.
Nice.
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