Urban Bus Adventures: Bus Crash

It was a beautiful spring morning and I was waiting once again for the bus. I had early morning classes to get to and I was hoping the bus would be on time. It usually was. My favorite bus driver, Mac, was driving the route this morning and I was thrilled. Ever since he had taken the morning route over some 6 months prior, my ride to class every morning had become very enjoyable. Mac had been in Tucson for years and had held various jobs around town. He was fascinating to talk to. I would sit as close to the front as I could so that we could talk all the way to the university and then do the same on my trip home. I loved having him for a bus driver. He was also very punctual. Most bus drivers irritated me because they didn't care whether or not you were late to your stop. Many times I found myself huffing and puffing across campus to get to class 5 minutes late thanks to my lethargic bus driver. But that didn't happen with Mac. He made that bus move like no other bus driver I knew could. We were always on time unless something unavoidable happened. So, I was there waiting for him, looking forward to seeing him. He pulled in right on time and I hopped up the steps, swiping my pass and sitting in the first seat across from him. "Morning, Mac!", I called out. "Well good morning to you! How are you this morning?" he replied. I answered that I was alright and we started in chit chatting. We had made a couple of stops and were heading down the road at a good rate. We pulled in to a stop, more passengers boarded, and we started down the road again when suddenly we hit a massive wall of traffic. Mac tried desperately to slam on the brakes without losing control of the bus. The bus was swaying slightly and we were all hanging on to the rails as the bus skidded to a stop and into the car in front of us. There was the sound of the bus hitting the bumper of the car and a general gasp as the passengers on the bus realized what had just happened. We had just been in an accident in a bus! Mac was very clearly shaken and was asking everyone if they were alright. He radioed the bus station to send the police and let them know what had happened. He was informed that the passengers could not leave the bus until they had filled out reports of the incident. Upon hearing this several passengers began complaining about their schedules and asking if that really was the case. He tried to calm everyone down and find out what they needed. One man insisted that he had to get off the bus and find other transportation to an appointment he had. Mac took his information down and asked him to sign a statement before he left. He scrawled something on a sheet of paper and then gathered his things and stepped off the bus. Mac continued to try and calm the passengers and ask us to stay until the police arrived. He then got out of the bus and went to check on the passengers in the other car. The police were on the scene in a few minutes and were soon asking everyone what had happened.
I never made it to class that morning. Instead I spent the next hour filling out report forms for the bus company as well as giving a verbal statement to the police and filling out forms for them. Eventually another bus came to pick us up and take us to our destinations, but I felt bad leaving Mac there. There was no real damage done to the car in front of us. The bus was not going very fast at the moment of impact and the car bumper had absorbed most of the impact. Unfortunately for Mac, the front seat passenger in the car was pregnant and she began to hyperventilate when the bus hit them. The paramedics said she was most likely just fine, but she insisted that she was not and Mac feared there would be a suit against him and the bus company. He looked so shaken and worried when I left him that I felt terrible for him. I wished that I could help him some way. He asked if he could use my information in case he needed witnesses later on and I told him I would help him in any way I could. As I drove away on the next bus my thoughts were filled with worry about Mac. I never saw him again. I found out later that because of the accident the bus company had terminated him. I was sad to see him go. I never have had a better bus driver than him. How sad that a traffic pile up and an unavoidable accident left me without a good bus driver. Such is life on the bus route.

Urban Bus Adventure: An Enjoyable Ride

It was spring in Arizona. The trees were blooming (yes, we do have trees and, yes, they do bloom in the spring), the air was crisp and cool, birds were singing, and the sun felt warm and inviting as I stepped out of my house and walked to the bus stop. It was 7:20 a.m. and I was on my way to class. I stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. It pulled in right on time and I boarded,greeting my driver and swiping my pass as I headed for my favorite seat in the middle of the bus. I set my backpack on the seat next to me and turned my body to face the window. It was a beautiful day and I had twenty-five minutes to just sit and enjoy it as we rolled down the street towards the university. The bus pulled away from the stop and started rumbling down the street. Traffic was its usual backed-up self with cars moving at the rate of snails and buses moving even slower, but somehow, this morning it didn't seem to matter. The bus driver was the friendly one that had been driving this route for the past two months. He was busily greeting all the passengers as they boarded the bus. I really enjoyed talking to him and he and I had become what I call bus-friends. I wouldn't attempt to talk to him now but when I returned from class in an hour we would have a nice long conversation. He was a really good driver; one of the best. He was rarely late and he always made up for it when he was. He tried to get you to your stop on time and made every attempt to make your ride as enjoyable as possible. I really liked him. I was glad he was my bus driver this morning. I opened my window just a crack and let the cool spring air rush in. It felt so good on my face; like a refreshing shower. Yes, this would be a good day. We arrived at our stop exactly on time and I gathered my belongings and headed towards the front of the bus. "Goodbye, Mac! See you in bit!" I said as I got off the bus. "Goodbye! Have a wonderful time in class!" He replied. I smiled as I headed down the sidewalk. What an enjoyable bus ride. Why couldn't they all be like that?????? Well, at least I could be thankful for that one and hope there were more like it to come. I hurried on my way to class, thankful that I had enough time to get there thanks to my bus driver.

The Girl

She sat on the examination table and wished she was any place else. It was cold as ice and the thin hospital gown was making her shiver. There was an IV hanging out of her arm. A nurse was taking two vials of blood and she felt like it was going to be an eternity before she could lie back down. The smell of chemicals burned in her nose and the bustling around of hospital staff kept her from relaxing. She wished she was somewhere else. The admitting nurse had asked questions, the tech had asked questions, the two doctors had asked questions. She had answered each of them as best she could, but she was not sure of her answers. They needed to run some tests, they needed an answer. The blood test would tell them. She lay back on the hospital bed and curled up as much as she could. She pulled the warmed blanket up to her chin and waited for the results. Cold and chills shook her body and shame and guilt gripped her heart. How could she have gotten herself in this mess? Why, why did she compromise herself that way? She knew it wouldn't be a good thing, and now she was living out the proof. What if they found something when they ran the tests? What if . . .? The thought was too terrible to complete. Her life would be devastated, her dreams would be shattered, her whole existence would be in question. The time moved slowly as she waited for someone, anyone, to come back and tell her what was going on. She tried to conquer the fear that was welling up inside her, tried to calm herself and keep from panicking.
Finally, they came. The tests had come back negative. Relief washed over her, but it was not a soothing relief. For every wave of relief there was a wave of shame that came with it. They ran some more tests to make sure everything else was alrigh. The IV came out and she slowly put her clothes back on. She wished she was somewhere else, anywhere else, and that her circumstances were different. She carefully walked out of the hospital and drove home. She took some pain killers and crawled into bed. She pulled the covers tightly over her head and prayed that sleep would come. Then she would be somewhere else, at least for a little while, and maybe, perhaps she could escape the humiliation and shame for a least a small amount of time.
Bad decisions will always come back to haunt us whether in little ways or in big, sooner or later. Living for the moment is not always the best decision and will most assuredly affect you for many moments later to come.