Screaming Lunatic

So I take the bus this morning and most of the seats are taken. I ask one lady to move her luggage so I might sit in the seat. She does, on to the floor where my feet have to go. I shove the luggage over so I can get my foot and my prosthesis out of isle she informs me that I better not touch her bag and then flashes some goverment ID at me, clearly a threat.

Next time, I’ll get her name and the government organization she works for and give them a call. I wonder what her boss would say about her using her government ID to get her luggage a seat.

I decided that since we had some functions here at work this past Saturday, that I would come in around 8:30 and make sure everything was up and running in time.

Well I park at the Palisade Mall and take the Tappan Zee Express over the bridge to catch a train at the White Plains train station. Fast forward to  about 7:10 in the morning and the driver misses his exit just before White Plains. There we were  on 287 heading towards Connecticut when the driver realizes he missed his exit. He stops, right on 287 and announces to everyone on the bus he needs help finding his way back to White Plains. We drive further along  and he suddenly figures out a way to get headed back in the other  direction. Now he gets off at a different exit and we end up driving in this behemoth of a bus through the back streets of White Plains. Eventually through luck and happenstance, he finds the White Plains trans center and the passengers can all get off and make their train, which I did. The late train, but I did make to work just as the security guard unlocked the rooms.

The day was far from over.

The bus ride home, one of society’s less successful people got on the bus and he was well into his cups. He gets on his cell phone and begins a conversation with Tony loud enough so everyone one the bus hears. Apparently he needs money and he is negotiating with Tony. If Tony gives him money, he would be willing to kill someone for Tony. The driver pulls over and tells him to pipe down, which he does for a few seconds and then he engages in a cuss fest directed at the driver. The driver gets on his cell and speaks with the main office asking how to contact the police. Fortunately, we make it to Tarrytown station where the offending passenger gets off. We continue on without incident.

That was my saturday.

Being disabled and in my fifties I am well aware that even if the economy were roaring along, my chance of getting another job is slim. So I am also aware that in 1825 days, or 4 years 11 months and 30 days, I will be able to tap into my retirement funds, not that I want to. Knowing when I no longer have to fear being out of work , is something I should keep track of.

So I am walking from my car to my office this morning. In front of my building a female student, walking the other way, is talking on the phone. She announces loudly “I took a shower this morning and this is the first time I have done that before class…..all year!”

College students, ya gotta love them………………from a distance of course.