Well, not so very much exciting but...
This morning I got up, debated about catching the bus vs. taking the car* and decided on the bus.
As I sat at the bus stop and after adjusting my socks** I got out my wallet. Funny, I thought to myself, my purse seems very empty. I hope I've got my OMG! Where are my keys! Not in my purse. So I called home, because I knew Lee had gotten up and might be nearly ready to leave by now, and if he could bring me my keys on the way past I might not miss my bus. He found my keys and said "I'll just get some shoes on."
I hung up the phone all pleased with myself and awaited my darling husband. After a couple of minutes a bus came up Thorndon Quay: momentary panic! Phew, it's one of the buses that comes *before* my bus. Relax.
A few more minutes.
Another bus! OMG! Oh no, it's alright, it's the Eastbourne bus that sometimes comes by before my bus and sometimes right at the same time as my one. No buses behind it but I am beginning to get anxious. I have had two warning buses, and the next one will surely be mine.
I stand up at the bus stop, leaning on the adshel and keeping an eye out for Lee. Minutes continue to tick by. How long does it take to put on a pair of shoes?? I have mental images of him sitting down at the computer to answer emails...and there it is. On the end of the road...my bus emerges...
I check back towards our apartment building: no Lee. I look back at the bus, it's having to wait to turn the corner, thank God. I look at the corner...and there's this woman with bouffy hair and behind her? My Husband! But he's still many metres away and the bus is coming ever nearer. I try jabbing my hand at the road to indicate that my bus is approaching. He doesn't understand!
I look back at the road, the bus is close, but has stopped at a pedestrian crossing to let someone cross. I look back at Lee, wanting to run to him but knowing I must stay put or the bus driver won't stop for me. I catch Lee's eye and jab at the bus with my arm, no doubt with a look of terror on my face as I mouth "my bus!" to him. He gets it, and starts running!
I look back at the bus, the driver has seen me and is stopping. Lee runs up just as it does so, and hands over the keys. Just like an Olympic relay runner.
"Thanks Love!" I grin at him and then turn to the bus, which has just opened its doors for me.
Man, I wish I'd brought the car. I have a nice sandwich that I made myself but now I'm really craving the lunch Rachel offered me!
Of course, if I don't stick to my resolution of using Public Transport as much as I can, it won't become a habit and it won't be the lifestyle change I want it to be. Le sigh.
*If I take the car I am increasing my Carbon emissions, but I could visit Rachel for lunch and have hoki and brown rice. I decided against it because one of my workmates can drive me home on a Wednesday, rendering my own car doubly redundant.
**neopolitan thigh highs do not stay up on their own, but aren't long enough for sock garters to be any use either.
Posted by jenni at August 30, 2006 11:35 AM