Travel thoughts: bus rides

Random Jen musings on bus rides in Lux:

Make eye contact with the driver if you are uncertain if the bus will leave before you can run up to it. Most are generous hearted enough to wait for you and open the closest door. 

No matter how much advance warning they have that someone will utilize the legal crosswalk, they will wait until the last possible second to brake and allow the crosswalk person to continue. 

They are surprisingly good at respecting pedestrians if the pedestrian has the green walk sign. But they will get threateningly close to you with the front of the bus. 

Speaking of threateningly close, you must have to take a proximity test to be a bus driver. They are constantly playing the game of "I'm not touching you". 

Hell hath no fury like a late bus driver. The way they tear down the roads the second the doors almost close to make up the time...

Bus riding is a full-body workout. The sprint to the bus to make it on time. The arm workout as you clutch the handrail. The leg workout as you shimmy your feet to make space for others and navigate to the door. The core workout as you try to anchor yourself for the fast swinging turn. All paired with the bus driver's favorite workout playlist, which is often upbeat American music. Last week featured Call me Maybe, though Hollerback Girl and I feel like a Woman have also made the rounds. Today, T-Swift blared, by the exact opposite of every stereotype I'd have planned for these bus drivers.