So I’m trying to get home tonite and it’s 6:45. I’m at Howard Station and I need to make a choice between waiting for the train Prince would make the sexy eyes on and hump the floor of in the Purple Line or do I cruise on out of the station and take the bus that Cyclops would battle it out with Storm over leadership of the X-Men in, which is the #201 Ridge.
The Purple Line came but *I* being a genius went for the 201 in order to save myself about 10 minutes of walking.
And that’s when the bullshit started.
My bus was there but there was no driver. There was a lady who wanted to use my phone but I’m running low on trust for the holidays. I need to get my Meter of UNTRUST way fucking high if I’m going to make it through to New Years with the shirt on my back in Chicago around holiday time.
The bus is supposed to leave at 7:00 which would have me walking in my door around 7:15 but dammit…
7:05
a CTA guy didn’t come over and tell me that they had no clue where my driver was.
He’s actualy asking passer by if they are the driver for this bus. He’s got the “Hell Naw” look from more than a few folks.
7:10 A woman gets off a #97 bus which was sitting in front of my delayed #201 and it turns out she’s my driver. That #97 had been sitting there for 15 minutes easy.
She opens the door, I get on and she mutters something to me, which I realize is a complaint about the previous driver of this bus leaving the window open.
it sounded something like this:
“Iono why these folks be leavin this winda open like this…dont they know it be cold out here? Ooooooo weeeeee!”
I just shrugged my shoulders since there wasn’t shit I could do to co sign the Ooo Wee.
7:12
The bus begins to move forwards at last…
Driver: “Oooooo…THIS BUS…”
7:13
the bus begins to move backwards…
7:14
The bus begins to move forwards again…
7:15
The bus begins to move backwards…very far…like damn near to Rogers Ave.
7:16
The bus begins to move forwards.
You should know that the driver is just trying to get AROUND the still stationary #97 and not only was there plenty of room to do so but you could have fit 3 more fidgety pudgy bus driver ladies walking arm and arm in the space on the other side of the bus, which she SHOULD have used to get around the #97…
But…we are now underway…
annnnnnndddddddd…..she pulls the bus over near the Dunkin Donuts in the station.
It’s 7:18
We three passengers, with our gifts of patience, understanding and confusion for our newly arrived crazy bus driver are like What’s the deal?
Without missing a beat, as if it’s he divine fucking right as Queen of The CTA says the following:
“C’mon yall, we gettin off this bus!”
Me: “Ummm…Why?”
Her: “It’s cold on this bus. we gone get a bus with some heat. We can’t drive a bus with no heat.”
Passenger: “There’s…another bus?”
Her: “Yeah, right over there, yall.”
She grabs her stuff and opens the doors and starts to step off.
Then came the AWESOME. A CTA supervisor guy came over and before she could get completely off the bus, says:
“What are you doing??????”
She explains that the bus is cold.
He responds with, “YOU NEED TO DRIVE THAT BUS…NOW!”
She gets back in her seat, grumbles some more and finally, at some time after 7:20, my bus was physically out of Howard Station.
CTA FAIL followed immediately by CTA Supervisor WIN!!!!
