I went to hand out with some people in Seattle yesterday afternoon; that was fine but not exciting, though I was amused by how many people looked at my drink and asked what it was (a raspberry Italian soda, with cream, which was deep pink and opaque).
The bus trip home was annoying. First, I had a long wait for a bus (based on the posted schedule, I think one bus was canceled, so I waited 40 minutes for a bus that should have been there five minutes after I got to the bus tunnel). That was irritating mostly because I wanted to get home and start working on dinner; my role was to dismantle the crab, so
cattitude could then make crabcakes. I talked a bit with a group of tourists, who'd started by asking whether this was the right place for the 550, and mostly chatted with each other, and played a game on my phone.
So, the bus eventually came, I sat down, and as we went through the tunnel it filled up. The man who'd sat down next to me started by asking "are you Jewish?" I said "no" on the grounds that I didn't want to discuss that, or anything, with him. He then asked the tourists to keep their voices down, which they did, after a bit of "what's your issue?" between him and someone sitting in the row in front of us.
Then we got outdoors, and I called Cattitude to let him know that I was finally on a bus (I had expected to be home by then). Man next to me said "was that English?" which I ignored completely. Having had one maybe-plausible and one iffy attempt to start a conversation fail, he then asked me about the area code of my cell phone. That got me to say "I don't want to chat, just like you don't want to listen to those people."
PSA that nobody who needs it will listen to: when a stranger says she doesn't want to talk to you, that isn't an invitation to discuss why she doesn't want to talk to you. I repeated "I don't want to chat" and when that didn't quiet him, a louder "I said I don't want to chat, that includes about why I don't want to chat."
He persevered. I said, again loudly, "Either be quiet or let me up" (since he had the aisle seat). He said something like "OK, get up" but made no immediate move to let me up. The person behind me told him to respect me. I got up and walked backward on the bus, figuring I would much rather stand than be near this rude, possibly drunk man. To my surprise, someone offered me a seat, which I accepted. Meanwhile, the man behind me called to the driver "Driver, we have a harasser back here!" which led the man who had been hassling me to say something like "no, you're harassing me." After a minute, the driver basically told him to behave or he would be off at the next stop. (We were on the I-90 bridge over Lake Washington, not a place the driver can pull over and kick someone off.)
Mr. Rude had moved to the window seat after I got up; to my surprise, another woman sat down and started talking to him, and they had a quiet conversation.
Then we got to the next stop, started to pull away, and Drunk Number 2, at the back of the bus, demanded that the driver let him off. So the driver stopped the bus again and said "get out" and Drunk No. 2 stopped to shout something like "Do you think I don't want to fucking get off?" and took his time getting up and out of the bus.
Someone who'd been sitting near him called forward "you don't get paid enough!" The driver said "What?" and I said "She said you don't get paid enough." The driver told us he'd already had two incidents today, and that if we were pleased with him, please tell Sound Transit. I took down the bus number so I can do that. He said a few cheerful things about the Seahawks, which got laughter, and the rest of the ride was basically quiet.
I got home, asked Cattitude for a hug, washed my hands, and proceeded to bash a cooked Dungeness crab with a rock. This is my normal process—I have a round probable-geode that is just the right size for my hand—but I don't usually take as much satisfaction in the smashing.
Follow-up 12/23: I sent the bus company a comment on the driver the day after I posted this. This morning, I got email from King County Metro Transit this morning, saying "A commendation has been generated in your name and sent to the Driver’s Supervisor. Your commendation will become a part of the driver’s permanent record."
The bus trip home was annoying. First, I had a long wait for a bus (based on the posted schedule, I think one bus was canceled, so I waited 40 minutes for a bus that should have been there five minutes after I got to the bus tunnel). That was irritating mostly because I wanted to get home and start working on dinner; my role was to dismantle the crab, so
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So, the bus eventually came, I sat down, and as we went through the tunnel it filled up. The man who'd sat down next to me started by asking "are you Jewish?" I said "no" on the grounds that I didn't want to discuss that, or anything, with him. He then asked the tourists to keep their voices down, which they did, after a bit of "what's your issue?" between him and someone sitting in the row in front of us.
Then we got outdoors, and I called Cattitude to let him know that I was finally on a bus (I had expected to be home by then). Man next to me said "was that English?" which I ignored completely. Having had one maybe-plausible and one iffy attempt to start a conversation fail, he then asked me about the area code of my cell phone. That got me to say "I don't want to chat, just like you don't want to listen to those people."
PSA that nobody who needs it will listen to: when a stranger says she doesn't want to talk to you, that isn't an invitation to discuss why she doesn't want to talk to you. I repeated "I don't want to chat" and when that didn't quiet him, a louder "I said I don't want to chat, that includes about why I don't want to chat."
He persevered. I said, again loudly, "Either be quiet or let me up" (since he had the aisle seat). He said something like "OK, get up" but made no immediate move to let me up. The person behind me told him to respect me. I got up and walked backward on the bus, figuring I would much rather stand than be near this rude, possibly drunk man. To my surprise, someone offered me a seat, which I accepted. Meanwhile, the man behind me called to the driver "Driver, we have a harasser back here!" which led the man who had been hassling me to say something like "no, you're harassing me." After a minute, the driver basically told him to behave or he would be off at the next stop. (We were on the I-90 bridge over Lake Washington, not a place the driver can pull over and kick someone off.)
Mr. Rude had moved to the window seat after I got up; to my surprise, another woman sat down and started talking to him, and they had a quiet conversation.
Then we got to the next stop, started to pull away, and Drunk Number 2, at the back of the bus, demanded that the driver let him off. So the driver stopped the bus again and said "get out" and Drunk No. 2 stopped to shout something like "Do you think I don't want to fucking get off?" and took his time getting up and out of the bus.
Someone who'd been sitting near him called forward "you don't get paid enough!" The driver said "What?" and I said "She said you don't get paid enough." The driver told us he'd already had two incidents today, and that if we were pleased with him, please tell Sound Transit. I took down the bus number so I can do that. He said a few cheerful things about the Seahawks, which got laughter, and the rest of the ride was basically quiet.
I got home, asked Cattitude for a hug, washed my hands, and proceeded to bash a cooked Dungeness crab with a rock. This is my normal process—I have a round probable-geode that is just the right size for my hand—but I don't usually take as much satisfaction in the smashing.
Follow-up 12/23: I sent the bus company a comment on the driver the day after I posted this. This morning, I got email from King County Metro Transit this morning, saying "A commendation has been generated in your name and sent to the Driver’s Supervisor. Your commendation will become a part of the driver’s permanent record."
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