~Tuesday~ With yesterday being a holiday, it's a short work week, and I started it off in the rain at the bus stop noting the end stages of muffin deterioration. You can see that the wrapper is almost completely flattened now. Remember how it looked a week ago Monday?
I waited for the bus for fifteen minutes in the rain, making it one of those days when it's not fun to be taking public transportation. The good news about the rain, though, is that most likely by the end of the day, that muffin will finally be completely disintegrated. Finis. Kaput. Gone. Done with it.
A skinny, white boy wearing jean shorts, and and flip-flops on the feet at the end of quite hairy legs, took the seat across the aisle from me and crossed his legs like this:
Although he wasn't Sci-Fi Fantasy Man, he delved into his book, Orson Scott Card's Ender's Shadow, which I imagined being about a planet where they don't value running a comb through your hair before leaving your house or spaceship in the morning—a planet that he obviously felt at one with.
My work day started off with our weekly 9:00-10:00 staff meeting. We actually finished the business part of the meeting with 20 minutes to spare (a very rare thing indeed), but spent an extra five or so minutes catching each other up on our respective holiday weekends.
Early afternoon I walked over to the Reverie Coffee Shop, where I asked Sallah (the owner and barista) if he'd had a nice vacation, since I'd stopped there last week or the week before one day and he had a "closed for the week for vacation" sign on the door.
"Did you go anywhere fun?" I asked.
And he replied, "Yes, I did. Brazil."
Just after noon, I read—and proofread—my manager's assessment of my annual contribution to our organization, which I found quite affirming.
Just before leaving work, I used the restroom and saw that the bump that I'd felt just below my left nostril all day was actually a pimple. Really? 52 years old and still getting pimples? Really???
I caught the 5:00 city bus home, and two blast-from-the-past characters were aboard—Temporary Alice and her sister-who-turned-out-to-be-her-daughter,
As the bus approached the Western Blvd. / Method Rd. intersection, my left leg went all numb and it made me think:
A quick Google search of "CAT bus Raleigh dead heart attack" didn't find any, but a "how many people die of heart attacks on buses" did yield a story with the title of, "Driver, 89, keeled over with a fatal heart attack whilst driving." Great. Something else to worry about. This was supposed to be about me.
I received a most affirming e-mail response from Pam in response to my e-mail to her and Rene telling them that my blog entries from Friday and Saturday were available for their enjoyment. She wrote:
I love how she signed it, "(Rene's) Pam" as that's how I differentiated her from "(Bobby's) Pam" in my blog entries. Too funny.
I did everything in my power to convince myself to get to the gym tonight, and finally at around 8:00, I did. Did convince myself, that is. That doesn't mean it happened. Before I got out the door, I'd grabbed my laptop, and I drove directly to Cup A Joe's at Mission Valley instead. What a slug!
I desperately wanted to finish up my blog entries for the weekend. Specifically, I wanted to finish Sunday's entry before another day passed by, and I delivered on that—finishing up right at the 10:30 coffee shop closing time.
At home, I quickly devised Monday's entry before hitting the sack. All caught up. Whew!
I waited for the bus for fifteen minutes in the rain, making it one of those days when it's not fun to be taking public transportation. The good news about the rain, though, is that most likely by the end of the day, that muffin will finally be completely disintegrated. Finis. Kaput. Gone. Done with it.
A skinny, white boy wearing jean shorts, and and flip-flops on the feet at the end of quite hairy legs, took the seat across the aisle from me and crossed his legs like this:
Although he wasn't Sci-Fi Fantasy Man, he delved into his book, Orson Scott Card's Ender's Shadow, which I imagined being about a planet where they don't value running a comb through your hair before leaving your house or spaceship in the morning—a planet that he obviously felt at one with.
My work day started off with our weekly 9:00-10:00 staff meeting. We actually finished the business part of the meeting with 20 minutes to spare (a very rare thing indeed), but spent an extra five or so minutes catching each other up on our respective holiday weekends.
Early afternoon I walked over to the Reverie Coffee Shop, where I asked Sallah (the owner and barista) if he'd had a nice vacation, since I'd stopped there last week or the week before one day and he had a "closed for the week for vacation" sign on the door.
"Did you go anywhere fun?" I asked.
And he replied, "Yes, I did. Brazil."
Just after noon, I read—and proofread—my manager's assessment of my annual contribution to our organization, which I found quite affirming.
Just before leaving work, I used the restroom and saw that the bump that I'd felt just below my left nostril all day was actually a pimple. Really? 52 years old and still getting pimples? Really???
I caught the 5:00 city bus home, and two blast-from-the-past characters were aboard—Temporary Alice and her sister-who-turned-out-to-be-her-daughter,
As the bus approached the Western Blvd. / Method Rd. intersection, my left leg went all numb and it made me think:
- I must not be having a heart attack, because my left arm's not numb.
- I wonder what would happen if I had a heart attack on this bus.
- Do they have procedures for that?
- Would the driver use his walkie-talkie or two-way radio or whatever it is he has up there that's sometimes blasting with "One-Adam-12" type talk on it?
- Could the driver use my cell phone to call an ambulance?
- Has anyone ever died from a heart attack on a CAT bus before?
A quick Google search of "CAT bus Raleigh dead heart attack" didn't find any, but a "how many people die of heart attacks on buses" did yield a story with the title of, "Driver, 89, keeled over with a fatal heart attack whilst driving." Great. Something else to worry about. This was supposed to be about me.
I received a most affirming e-mail response from Pam in response to my e-mail to her and Rene telling them that my blog entries from Friday and Saturday were available for their enjoyment. She wrote:
| You closed your email to Rene and me as LOVE YOU GUYS. Well, I love you more! I too am drawn to you. We must promise to stay connected. I am at work right now so I don't have the time to reply on your blog. Great job! You didn't miss anything. Are you sure you're gay? I'm so drawn to you because you're so adorable and an absolutely wonderful man. I am so glad you're in my life. I can not wait to see you again. Thank you for the kind words about my kiddos. They are wonderful and we are very close. They adored you too! Well, must go. I'll keep in touch. PS: Love the pictures. Love you, (Rene's) Pam LOL XXXXXOOOOO |
I love how she signed it, "(Rene's) Pam" as that's how I differentiated her from "(Bobby's) Pam" in my blog entries. Too funny.
I did everything in my power to convince myself to get to the gym tonight, and finally at around 8:00, I did. Did convince myself, that is. That doesn't mean it happened. Before I got out the door, I'd grabbed my laptop, and I drove directly to Cup A Joe's at Mission Valley instead. What a slug!
I desperately wanted to finish up my blog entries for the weekend. Specifically, I wanted to finish Sunday's entry before another day passed by, and I delivered on that—finishing up right at the 10:30 coffee shop closing time.
At home, I quickly devised Monday's entry before hitting the sack. All caught up. Whew!
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A passenger collapsed and died on a Chapel Hill Transit bus a year (or two?) ago. What they did: The bus pulled over and they called 911 for medical help. They unloaded all the other passengers and had them standing on the side of the road. I suppose bus drivers get some basic first aid training, but I wouldn't count on it.
It's probably worse if it happens on a Wolfline bus. Last year a driver pulled up to the Davis Library stop and realized a passenger was unconscious. There was no one else on the bus. The driver went to the next Wolfline bus in line there and was asking if someone had a cell phone to call 911. I heard the story from the person who called and I saw all the blue lights come roaring up minutes later. Apparently the driver didn't want to call dispatch. I guess that radio isn't any good for *actual situations*.
So don't hang your hopes on that little radio and just hit the cell.
Ann
OMG! You've seen it all, Ann! LOL. Thanks for the pointers. And thanks for reading and commenting!
BTW I'm pretty sure that those casualties occurred on buses where the drivers were NOT running the AC. ;-)
LOL re: the A/C! Also, you crack me up on how you bust on the Wolfline so much. Thanks for the repartee, my friend!