February 26, 2003
The Wheels on the Bus

The bus driver pulls up to a stop and opens the door. A voice outside says, "How are you doing?" to the driver, who answers, "All right, thanks."

The voice, and it’s still just a voice because its owner hasn’t stepped into the bus, says, "What’s your ID number?" The driver rattles off a number, and the voice proceeds to tell the driver that he wasn’t supposed to stop there, and didn’t he check the re-route list? The driver says he did, but must have missed it. His tone is careful - he knows he’s in trouble but there isn’t much he can do about it, and is just trying to minimize this particular reaming.

The owner of the voice must have waved the driver on, because he closes the door and heads out. There is a tense and sympathetic silence among the passengers.

I’m wondering what it’s like to be the guy whose job it is to stand at a temporarily defunct bus stop and bitch out any driver careless enough to stop, and how you’d fit that on a résumé.