take a bus

Sure, we all know how to take a bus, and many of us probably rode one nearly every day for ten or more years as we migrated between our homes and our schools. But as an adult, my exposure to buses, is really minimal.

When we visit Walt Disney World we will use the Magical Express because free. And when we're vacationing somewhere transport is frequently by bus because that's how large numbers of people are transported from ship to site, or around various cities. There's nothing wrong with these buses, and perhaps they are even more comfortable than some of the alternative methods of transport available.

But in my day-to-day drive-to-work life, buses and I just don't cross paths except literally. The city has them running all over the places, and their sounds are unmistakable. The campus has its own fleet of them that crisscross the expanses of buildings, and even some of the off-site housing providers have their own that shuttle to and fro.

But after fourteen months, I finally got on one of those buses today. And I lived to tell the tale. In actuality, it was quite unremarkable aside from the waits in the cold bus stops. Bus pulls up and the doors open, step on, take a seat. A few minutes later, step off in much the same way. It sounds so simple. It was so simple. No exchange of currency. No need to stop and fill the vehicle with gasoline. Just get on, get off.

I'm not suggesting that I had a revelation by riding the bus, no. Just that I've sort of avoided it because my association with buses is too closely tied to those orangey-yellow behemoths that I despised because of everything that happened on them (bullies, noise, bumps, assigned seats with icky girls, etc.). I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be all that keen on riding the bus come the height of the semester, but in this lull while students are largely gone, I think it'll be okay enough.

Now if we could just hurry along with the development of transporter devices, a la Star Trek.

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