The One Time I Didn’t Speak Up on the Bus Pays Off

Filed under funner times on the bus, living in new york is neat, my uber-confrontational personality

In theory, I love everything about public transportation, but in practice, there are those days when I just plain want to be left alone, when every sound anyone makes annoys me, when friendly conversation going on around me seems as grating as an alarm clock at 6 a.m. One of those days was a couple of months back, when a gaggle of older women were clucking around the front seats of the Select M15 bus, where I like to sit, finding something to say about everything. This one’s hair. That one’s purse. This one’s son. That one’s dog.

And then a lady from Australia or New Zealand (sorry that I can’t tell you apart, Aussies and Kiwis) got on the front of the bus and tried to use her MetroCard with the driver to pay, not knowing that you have to pay outside at the fare collectors on the sidewalk. The bus driver told her to stay on the bus to save time and to get off at the next stop to pay, and that set the ladies off on a race to determine who could say the most negative things about the way the Select Bus Service runs. I’m so used to riding the Select bus and being able to pay outside and enter through all three doors that I get confused as to why everything seems to be running so inefficiently when I find myself on a local, non-Select bus. Why are all of these people entering through the front door? Why are they all stopping by the driver, and why are we sitting for minutes at a time at every stop? Ohhhhh, right.

But after a year and a half of SBS service, apparently these women were still having a hard time coming to grips with the ease of use of the thing and took the opportunity to unload onto this poor, unsuspecting woman who nodded understandingly to all of them in turn and consoled them in her charming accent. I was going to speak up and ask them to pipe down, but I decided not to add to the hullabaloo and just quietly put on my headphones.

Then, just as we were pulling out of the bus stop one night this week, the woman in front of me turned and said, “Your hair is looking really good. I like it that way.” I said, “Oh, you see me on the bus often?” And then I realized that it was one of the ladies. The loudest one, the alpha complainer. I said, “Actually, I recognize you, too.” She asked, “You get on at 23rd Street in the mornings, right?”, and I told her my actual stop. “So you’ve seen me in the mornings?” I asked, adding, “I’ve seen you at night, but I’m always in such a trance in the mornings.” “Oh, please, I’m always still asleep,” she said, “but I sometimes see you, and you seem very nice.”

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6 Comments

  1. Noel says:

    You make me feel like I really could not cut it in NYC, at least if I had to take public transportation.

  2. Oooooh, I HATE it when that happens!! I’m all geared up to be a real thunderc–t, then someone says something nice to me. It takes the wind right out of my sails.

    She’s right, though, your hair is really pretty.

  3. Lisa says:

    You are such a tease. I wanna hear about the bus blowup!

    Also, I agree with MBG. On both counts.

  4. bluzdude says:

    I’ve been riding the Baltimore subway for 14 years now… same station, basically the same time. You definitely start to recognize the regulars. I never talk to anybody though… I’m reading my paper with my headphones on.

    But I do assign names to people, for my own amusement.

  5. Landlord says:

    “you seem very nice” .. famous last words ..

    Just kidding .. please don’t trash the place while I’m away.

  6. Foreshadowing, you say?!
    *Dun-dun-dun!*
    :)