I took my time getting ready this morning because I'm off to Parliament tonight for another cross-party meeting. I was maybe running 5 minutes late after doing my "fancy" work makeup, actually styling my hair and accessorizing, so I was feeling pretty good.
I got to the bottom of the street and saw my bus across the road, not even 50 ft away. So I started to run down and waved at the bus driver as I looked both ways to try and cross the street.
The bus driver let the last person on, shook his head at me and drove off!
I most likely made some sort of hand gesture in shock (not rude, just flailing my arms in the air) looked both ways and crossed the road. I could see a red light ahead, so I ran up to the next bus stop (the best I could in boots and a dress).
The bus was not even 1/2 a bus length in front of the stop at a red light, but still up against the curb. Score, I thought, oh how naive I was.
I knocked on the door and the driver again shook his head and wouldn't let me on. I stood there for 30 seconds and motioned (again not rudely) that I'd just ran after the bus and was shocked he wouldn't let me on. He still shook his head sat there until the light changed and then drove off.
Seriously? Now I feel like I'm going to cough up a lung. Yes I'm not a runner or in shape, but if I coughed up a flemball I wouldn't be surprise right now. What a way to start the day.
I got to the bottom of the street and saw my bus across the road, not even 50 ft away. So I started to run down and waved at the bus driver as I looked both ways to try and cross the street.
The bus driver let the last person on, shook his head at me and drove off!
I most likely made some sort of hand gesture in shock (not rude, just flailing my arms in the air) looked both ways and crossed the road. I could see a red light ahead, so I ran up to the next bus stop (the best I could in boots and a dress).
The bus was not even 1/2 a bus length in front of the stop at a red light, but still up against the curb. Score, I thought, oh how naive I was.
I knocked on the door and the driver again shook his head and wouldn't let me on. I stood there for 30 seconds and motioned (again not rudely) that I'd just ran after the bus and was shocked he wouldn't let me on. He still shook his head sat there until the light changed and then drove off.
Seriously? Now I feel like I'm going to cough up a lung. Yes I'm not a runner or in shape, but if I coughed up a flemball I wouldn't be surprise right now. What a way to start the day.
At least I don't have to feel guilty about having chocolate cake for breakfast I guess.