Photo By Eric Allix Rogers used under Creative Commons
For reasons that partly involve a temperamental Volvo that doesn’t feel like moving from its parking space, I am bussing and walking and el-ing everywhere I go for the next week or so.
I rode the bus today! I also told everyone I knew that I would be doing so, and I figured it was only fair to let you in on my fun, too.
Minus today, the last time I sat my behind on an autobus was during Snowmageddon and I hadn’t done so on a regular basis since riding the safaris of St. Thomas. Here are my initial mundane observations on the CTA.
As you know, I am not a big fan of A/C, and when the temperature reaches 75 in Chicago, you are blasted with arctic air at every turn. From my office to Trader Joe’s to the movie theatre, everywhere is freezing cold. Not so on my bus ride. It was around 80 when I boarded for my first ride and the bus felt very comfortable. Yay!
I almost fell. Twice. Since the buses are loaded with folks I end up standing for most of my rides and I think I will have very strong arm muscles when this is all over.
One thing I despise even more than air conditioning is audible advertisements at every freaking turn. At O’Hare over the weekend, while waiting for Papo in the terminal as he arrived home from India, The Mister and I were accosted by CNN or some derivative at 5am. The volume was on high and I wanted to cry. Milwaukee’s buses featured very loud and obnoxious ads for a time and I was happy to see that Chicago didn’t follow suit. It has been a pleasant audible experience minus the guy telling everyone within earshot that the baby wasn’t his. Kudos?
There are a lot of weird smells on the bus. I am never as close to other human beings as I have been on my bus rides. I am glad I do not smell bad. I mean, I don’t think I smell bad. You would tell me if I did, right? Also, gum. I am glad I have remembered to bring gum.
Someone Asked Me A Question
This was a very exciting highlight. A very stylish and hip lady sitting across from me asked if we had passed Damen Avenue yet. “Duh, lady, we are only to Ashland,” is what the smug, newly minted bus rider in me wanted to say but I just smiled and shook my head. Then I told her exactly what landmarks to look for upon approaching Damen. I’m a pro.
So far so good. I might even do this all the time! Let’s see how days two and three and four go. Do you use public transportation to get to work? Or to get everywhere? What are your pros and cons? Got any tips?
[I wrote this yesterday but it didn’t post and I didn’t notice! So I am really on Day 2 but I will have to fill you in on that later. Let’s just say it involves a $22 twelve pack of Pilsner Urquell and sore feet.]