I usually don’t like going out in the middle of the week, but Monday the weather looked more gloomy than it actually was. Yesterday, we had a squall line move through. With bills to pay on March 1, and today being February 27th, it was pretty much now or never.
Taking the bus over to the northwest corner of Park Boulevard and 49th Street from near my home, I discover that the PSTA bus driver needed help with all the nooks and crannies of the bus route he was on, the number of which I’m leaving out because he seemed a decent man. Plus, I don’t know if his lack of knowledge of the bus route was his fault or the PSTA’s, or a combination of both. Lucky for him, I had the route bookmarked on my Blackberry and was able to help him out, and he was very grateful.
Once my trip to the Bank Of America’s ATM machine was completed, it was on to another bus briefly to get to the Shoppes At Park Place (which used to be the Pinellas Square Mall before it was reconstructed into an open-air shopping center), and then back home using the same bus I had initially used. At Park Place, there was a woman who had the appearances of having Down’s Syndrome trying to connect from one bus route to the other, with that other bus taking off before she could get on it. She loudly yelled “HEY!” several times so loud it probably shook the windows of the shopping complex, if not the bus she was disembarking from. The driver on her connecting route swung around to get her, and the woman looked as though she was verbally abusive to the driver upon boarding.
Me, I would have been happy just to have been able to make my connection. But I suppose different people have different priorities.