Counting Blessings

Today I learned how to do a fishtail braid, and I announced to everyone on the bus that one of the passengers was ride-stealing (oops – forgot to use my inside voice…) . All in all I’d have to say it was a pretty darn good day.


Embarrassing Wetness

This morning as I was exiting the train station I had to elbow my way through a wall of people who were waiting out the torrential downpour. Living on the west coast, I didn’t think too much about the rain until I heard the earth-shattering news that my friend, AH, rode the skytrain this afternoon.

AH, takes great pride in mercilessly ridiculing me for my habitual transit use, and everyone who knows him knows he’s a diehard driver. We were all so stunned by the news of him taking transit that I think you could have knocked us all over with a feather. I think it upset the balance of nature as I believe the sky was crying in anticipation of him taking the train today. (I’ll have to confirm my theory with the ever-intrepid meteorologist, Russ Lacate, at News 1130 and get back to you in that.)

In any event, I’m concerned this may be the 7th sign of the apocalypse and am now bracing myself for the potential onslaught of locusts. Also, I’m pleased to report that AH survived his train ride, as did the passengers who were on the train with him (barely).

***Note to drivers: if you see a man barreling towards you in a “gas guzzling SUV” (his words, not mine), and he’s leaning heavily on the horn, it’s probably AH, and I suggest you get out of his way for your own safety and well-being.

On a bright note – check out the beautiful peonies at the flower stall by the Waterfront Station.


Big ups…

Photo by fortinbras from flickr.

Photo by fortinbras from flickr.

As some of you may or may not know, I have a spinal injury, which means there is only one (count ’em, ONE) seat on the whole gosh-darn bus that I can sit in without having having to go for medical treatment. As I take transit daily, I would love nothing better than to be able to sit in any seat on the bus, but unfortunately I don’t have that luxury. I have to say that most people are quite accommodating when it comes to giving me the seat, and all of the regulars are well-familiar with my needs.

Today was the exception to the rule…

I got on the bus this morning only to find the wheelchair seat that I needed was full of luggage belonging to a couple going on a flight. I politely asked them to move and explained that due to my spinal injury, I needed this particular seat. Imagine my surprise when they flat out refused to move, even after other passengers kindly offered to help move their luggage to the seats that they were willing to vacate across the aisle. Again, they refused. The bus driver told them I take this bus every day. Again, they refused. The woman refused to acknowledge my presence, and the man stated he could not and would not move because he had herniated disks in his back (don’t get me started on how he got the luggage to the bus stop, or on the bus, let alone how he intended to get the luggage from the bus to the airport with his herniated disks…).

Many thanks to those regulars who took it upon themselves to move the luggage of the passengers to across the aisle to liberate the seat for me. Today, you’re my heroes!

Also, sorry to the rest of the passengers if we made you late.

out of the mouths of babes…

WP_000395It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of children, especially during my commute, but today I met the exception to the rule. This afternoon I met a well-behaved young man who was coming home from a trip to the aquarium with his grandmother. He was eight years old and not only did he play hookey to go on this outing, he totally schooled me!

According to him, today was a good day because they didn’t see any bums collecting change from the fountain, and he liked the caymans at the aquarium the best. I’m pleased to report that I passed with flying colours when quizzed on what you call the group of what belugas travel in (a pod), but I’m ashamed to admit I flunked the bonus question on trains (BNSF stands for Burlington Northern Santa Fe).

He was gracious enough to allow me to take this photo of his button and politely informed me that if I had a husband I could have showed the picture to him. As I don’t have a husband, I’m delighted to share the pic with all of you. My apologies for the picture quality but it was a difficult shot to take on a bumpy bus ride.