Notes:
Yesterday, Anna and I tried to figure out how to ride a city bus. We knew the bus number and the busy intersection where it stopped. We stood at one corner, wondering which of the four corners was the right one. Our pale skin stood out, we looked about confused. Looking at placards on the shelters, none had our number. A man tried to get my attention, "Are you paying with cash or a token?" He waved small paper at me. Was that a token? I ignored him and went on. He muttered something about how you ask a person a question.....
Finally, we waited just to see. The bus arrived on time, pulling up to a shelter not at the intersection as it was described, but one third of the way down the block - and on the opposite side of the street from where we were with the light against us. Fail! Luckily, this was just to investigate an alternative route home in an emergency. We turned around and walked back to our car - one of the privileged who don't have to wait for the next bus.
Watching: Lie to Me, season finale
1 comment:
Like the painting lots!
Funny, when someone approaches us we assert our freedom - even when they want to help -silly humans :)
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