Yesterday when I was taking the bus home from work, everything was going smoothly and I thought about what to have for dinner. The next moment, I notice myself drooling and thinking: “Yes, that would be a tasty addition to chicken”. Then I wake up, eyes wide open, looking at the woman next to me, an elderly lady who’s looking back with a face full of disgust. Apparently my sleeping position wasn’t up to par with the unspoken passenger code of conduct. “Where are we?” I semi-shouted, without my brain having fully caught up with the situation. The answer I got was not the one I wanted. We had passed my bus stop about five minutes ago, and now I would have to wait another hour for the bus to finish its route and return to my destination. My face started twitching while I tried to pin down the exact moment I fell asleep. Now I noticed a slight smirk on the face of the lady next to me, and although she tried hard not to show it, she had understood that I missed my stop, and was actually very pleased with this fact. I could almost hear her thoughts: “Serves him right for falling asleep in front of us!”. An hour later I got off the bus and went shopping for food, instead of chicken, I just grabbed some leftovers from the freezer.
You would think that some of my colleagues who was also taking the same bus home, would at least try to wake me up, but no. They even know where I’m supposed to get off. Suffice to say, some people won’t be getting their christmas presents this year. The problem is not the extra hour it takes to get home, but the fact that it’s a “bus-hour”. There is absolutely nothing to do, except wait. I’m not yet sure if time passes by more slowly when heating food in the microwave or when riding along with public transportation. And there is always that one person who feeds off of other peoples misery. It was almost like that woman was doing everything in her power not to publicly start laughing in my face.
Why do they make the bus temperature so warm and cozy? And why are the chairs so soft? Do they want us to fall asleep and miss our stop? Maybe they should consider making the whole process a bit more uncomfortable so that accidents like this won’t happen. The physical pain of sitting on wooden chairs would be a better alternative than the emotional pain of humiliation from falling asleep in front of all the other passengers. Not to mention the time that is lost from starting the process of waiting all over again. Maybe I should submit this suggestion to the Transportation Research Board.
This is what I’m talking about: