Wednesday afternoon I left work early for a dentist appointment 4:00PM, but I didn’t get home until 6:00PM! I missed my appointment and was angry that I left work early for nothing. The TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) is not “The better way”. Later that night, I complained to my chiropractor Marco that since I ran the Sporting Life 10K in 56:09, I should have just run home from work. We laughed, but little did I know I’d have to put my money where my mouth was, because today I chased a bus down for half a mile. Yes, that’s right: I ran for half a mile in my work clothes while carrying my purse and all of the crap I usually drag home with me at the end of the day. Fortunately I had my running shoes with me. God bless Asics! Here’s what happened:
I saw my bus at the end of the station waiting in its bay. I ran towards it, reached the bus and stopped in front of the door just as he’s closing it. So I knocked and waited for him to open the door. Keep in mind he hasn’t pulled out yet, he’s still sitting in the bus bay. He looked up at me, smiled and then proceeded to drive off, waving as he left. Seriously? You saw me and you’re STILL leaving? WTF? Had he not waved, I probably would have waited for the next bus but I decided I’d try to catch him at the next stop down the street, a quarter-mile away. Remember, I love challenges.
To be fair, I wasn’t running flat out against the bus. I knew the traffic and lights would slow the bus down enough that I’d have a chance of getting to the stop first. Luckily I got there with time to spare, and the bus was still at least 50 meters back. I’m smiling and happy because I’m getting on that bus. Yay me! But apparently he recognized me because the same driver looked over at me and sailed on by, leaving at least five other angry people at the stop. At this point, I could have walked into the nearby Starbucks, ordered a Frappuccino, waited for the next bus, and called it a day. No, now it’s personal.
I took off running again. I knew the next time I’d possibly have a chance to catch him was at the next major intersection another quarter-mile away. Those of you who know me know that I do speed work running quarter miles as fast as I can. Who knew it would actually come in handy? Well, despite the driver getting stuck at a traffic light and waiting for passengers, I just reached the stop as he was pulling away. Crap. Now I call it a day because I wasn’t going to chase this jerk all the way home.
But then another bus pulled up and I got on, because now I have a shot at catching up. This driver looked he might be a cool dude so I explained to him what happened. I wasn’t sure if his shock was because I had run a half mile, or why the bus driver wouldn’t stop for me. He tells me he’ll try to get me on that bus, and when we finally catch a break at a light he tells me to get off and go for it. I was worried because the other driver might not let me on (again). This driver says he’ll let me back on his bus if that happens. I get off and for the fourth time that day, I run for the bus. I knock on the door, the driver looks over and sees that it’s me. Yeah, it’s me. Again. He gives me a dirty look, waits and then opens the door to let me on.
This blog post should have been about the shepherd’s pie I made or the lemon curd recipe my friend shared with me, but instead it’s about an unhappy bus driver who decided I didn’t deserve get on his bus. I’ve learned that there are a lot of people who take pleasure in knowing they can make someone else unhappy. Clearly, this driver was one of those people. I don’t let people like that get to me. Be fearless and don’t mess with a runner! Yeah! And don’t worry, I’ll be back later with those recipes !
That’s my feel good story of the day, what’s yours?