I had a very peculiar experience coming home from work yesterday. I was on the bus coming from downtown to home, when about three-quarters of the way through my commute the back door of the bus started acting up. The open-shut mechanism wasn’t working properly; people would get off and the door wouldn’t fully shut, etc., and the driver was trying to fix it with his controls from the front for quite a while.
As we approached my neighbourhood he pretty much gave up trying to do anything about it. He closed it for good, but opened the front door and left it open (I don’t know why, but this is what he did.) Anyway, then he turned around and said, very seriously: “Please don’t anybody jump out the front door while the bus is still moving.”
Now at this point, since it was nearing the end of the route, there were only four of us left on the bus; myself, a teenager and two men in suits with briefcases. I had stopped after work to do some errands, so besides my large purse, I had two fairly heavy shopping bags. The thing is, when the driver said: “Please don’t anybody jump out the front door while the bus is still moving”, he looked straight at me, and very insistently.
Now I ask you, do I seem like a candidate for hurling myself out the front door of a bus while it is careening through the city streets? Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve thrown myself out of a moving vehicle. Granted, in my younger days I was once told that I darted through traffic “like a gazelle”, but really, these knees haven’t produced gazelle-like movements for quite some time. I can barely genuflect, let alone throw myself off a bus, drop and roll.
I guess I’ll never know what he was thinking. Maybe I just look a tad impulsive. 🙂