don’t let the post title fool you. i’ve ridden the bus before. in middle school. in high school. when i stayed with my mom in london. hell, i’m pretty good at public transit, managing to maneuver around paris not knowing a lick of french.
but, why oh why is it so terrifying the first time you decide “it’s best i take the bus to work.”? i’ll tell you why — because you need exact change. and who carries cash these days? well, i don’t. besides those few rogue pennies at the bottom of my purse that magically replicate.
so, as i’m waiting for the bus this morning, i keep counting my cash in my coat pocket (concealed, of course, i’m not crazy), because the partial ocd in me wanted to make sure i didn’t lose that damn quarter. and, as the bus pulled up, i religiously stared at the number on the front to make sure that it was, in fact, the bus i needed to hop on (it was).
stepping on board all proud of my public transit decision, i dropped my $2.25. yeah, i was “that girl” holding up the bus. but i hurried off to a seat, and quickly realized i’m glad i have an earlier stop and a later one to hop off at, because boy is the number 10 a popular bus.
and, as i hopped off, a block from my office, i quietly pat myself on the back (figuratively) and carried on my merry way with arcade fire in my ears.