The epic saga continues.
I learned nine things today on my second mass transit encounter. Perhaps you know now that it’s very likely not going to be nine things. My estimation skills, while formidable, aren’t infallible. Leading to #1:
1) my estimate of the bus stop being an additional 4/10 of a mile from the Red Line (which is about 1/2 mile from my office) was off. It was 7/10 of a mile further.
2) while that may not sound like a big difference, the distance determines the time needed to get there. I left my office 28 minutes before the scheduled bus departure time.
3) I needed at least 28 minutes and 30 seconds*, as I got there just in time to see bus 383 leave.
4) the North Lamar transit station has a lovely waiting area, including multiple vending machines with a wide variety of snacks and drinks.
5) after I caught the next bus and took it home, I found I was right. Taking just the one bus did shave about 40 minutes from the commute.
6) I learned that I could think of no legitimate reason for the big, hairy man with a security guard shirt and a five-point real metal badge to have his hand down his pants.
7) I found that it is absolutely fine on a bus to get up and move to a different seat so as not to be sitting across from a man with a hand down his pants.
8) In my new seat, I found that even though someone is talking to me, they may not actually be talking to me.
9) and I determined that this does not violate my 0 to 4 questions rule.
10) I added a new rule about avoiding people with hands down their pants.
11) And finally, I realized that while my moderate walk home takes me by all of the places I needed to stop at for errands, that carrying a work bag, groceries, dry cleaning, and a stack of books off of library hold reminds me why I used to do all of these things by car.
* bonus realization - doing the math, I realize that I’m roughly walking at a little over two miles per hour. And I realized how enormously pitiful that is.
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