An Anecdote About a Bus Ride
I hate taking the bus…All right, “hate” is too strong of a word but I’m not a fan of buses. So when my car broke down and I had to find other means of transportation, I dreaded the thought of having to take the bus.
My first ride ended up with me getting off at the wrong stop, thus prompting this week’s anecdote. In our area the buses run on a flag-down system, which means that you can hail one down anywhere along the route, as long as it’s safe for the driver to stop.
Getting off at the wrong stop was the least of my worries. We ended up having to hike across what was an actual dual carriageway (four lane highway), to get to the final destination. It was madness!
After finally arriving at our destination and cooling down after a hike and a half, on what was probably the hottest day of the year so far, a light bulb went off in my head. The walk from the bus stop was great exercise and I had survived it with very little after-effects. The return ticket on the bus was $2.50 – pittance compared to the buses back in the UK or even New York, where we lived for twelve years.
So the bus ride put it all in perspective. We had saved money, burned off a few calories and lessened our contribution to the gaping hole in the ozone layer.
All in all, I’d say we’d done good!
Anecdote Categories: Green Bionics




