| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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the first of the two buses i took to work today caught fire. just as we were pulling up to the downtown bus station, we started noticing a strange smell. when the bus stopped, we began to be engulfed in white smoke; it was like we'd parked in a cloud. people started rushing to get off the bus - not in a mad panic, just hurrying. of course, i was left to my devices. when everybody was finally off, i went up to the door to get off. i had to explain to the bus driver how to lower the ramp manually. i went out into the cloud of smoke. i had to rush to catch the number 7, so i didn't get a chance to find out exactly what caught fire. all i can say is that there wasn't an explosion. a driving rain came in around 3:30 - 4 o'clock. by closing time it had lessened to a moderate rain. i left early to catch the 5:45 so i could get downtown in time to catch the (formerly burning) no. 11 back to my apartment. unfortunately, i missed the 11. i didn't want to wait an hour for the next one, so i decided to roll home. i usually do this when the weather's nice, but it's still a long trip home. it was still raining, but not hard and i was wearing a rain poncho. about halfway home a woman came up to me and started trying to help me - started pushing me down the sidewalk. this always frightens me because people aren't all that careful when pushing my wheelchair, especially strangers - they can easily roll me into a hole or into some obstruction and throw me out of the chair. so i get her to stop, thank her for her assistance, and try to go my way alone. then she hits me up for money. ah, the milk of human kindness. i told her i didn't have any. i rolled the rest of the way home - through half of downtown for worth - and nobody else even looked my way. good to know everybody had enough money. |
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