In May the schedule changed due to construction on Waterdown Road. With this also came a change in drivers. The old men and rough looking ladies I was familiar with were replaced by a younger, tanner guy with incredibly white teeth, and a strange little ponytail on his otherwise shaved head.
I honestly don't really care who my driver is, as long as they're not terribly late, and get me home in one piece. But the girl who usually sits at the back with a scowl on her face suddenly decided she was going to make friends with the driver.
Since he started driving the 101 route she has been consistently standing with him at the front for the duration of the trip. She's incredibly eager to get on the bus and mark her place next to him. It was so peculiar to me. This stone cold ice queen was suddenly the bus driver's pet. I once overheard another passenger gossiping about it even. This is how sad our little bus universe is.
It always struck me as odd that even though she knew she was going to step onto the bus and stay upfront next to the driver, she always tried to get on the bus ahead of most of us, practically pushing her way through, like she had before she met her bus boyfriend. Yesterday this fact was not lost on the driver. As passengers were getting on, and stepping around her to get to the seats, the driver said, "listen, if you're going to stand up here, maybe get on last and let everyone else get on." Oooooooooooo. Could this be a lover's quarrel? I know this whole blog sounds very catty, but something has to entertain me during my hour long commute.
Today while we were all waiting for the 101, I kept wondering, will the girl heed the driver's advice and get on the bus last? First off, no she didn't wait till the end to get on, BUT another girl swooped in first, and assumed her position near the driver. The ex-bus driver groupie asked him for a transfer and walked to the back of the bus, her rightful place among the rest of us commoners, while the new love interest laughed and smiled and flirted.
The moral of the story is that there will always be a younger, prettier bus driver groupie. It's best to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Or be like me and observe this quiet drama from afar and see how it all plays out.
