Hmm I seem to have to preface so many of my stories with this: I work at an elite university where many of the students seem to have trouble dealing with the world outside of the library (where I happen to work).
Anyway, I take the train to a bus every morning, which then shuttles me to campus. With each trainload, there are a bunch of students who end up waiting for the bus. This morning, the bus had just pulled away from the bus stop as we ascended the escalator from the train. And, inevitably, some dumb girl thinks she’s entitled to board the bus at the intersection beyond the bus stop. So she runs and runs and runs, barging her way through the pack, running to catch the bus, confident that she can knock on its door at the stoplight and, although there is no bus stop, board the bus and make it to campus five minutes before everyone else. And just as she catches up with the back end of the bus, it pulls away! Bwahahahahahahaha! She runs a bit further and then stops, turns around and comes back to the bus stop.
I hope everyone watching her thinks she’s really stupid. I’m so sick of these kids who don’t know how public transportation works and who think they’re entitled to special treatment just because daddy pays for them to go to an expensive school. Hahahahahahah stupid girl stupid girl!
I’ll never forget a student who tried to board a bus at a crowded bus stop through the back door. The bus driver told him that he was going to have to wait in line and come enter through the front like everyone else. The kid looked confused for a moment, and then turned around and said:
“This is ridiculous. In my town they let me board through the back door!”
Heh. Then go back there.
Watching pampered ass students who havn’t ever had to get outside the car their parents bought them at 16 learn to ride public transportation and deal with the fact that there are actual people- who are sometimes less rich than them- on this earth, is always amusing.
I suppose you two bus savants have some way of knowing for certain that these students you revile are spoiled and pampered brats, as opposed to hard working kids paying their own way. Tell us how you do it, Kreskins one and two.
You can laud your public transport superiority until your bladders burst – but you may want to consider that not everyone who inspires jealous thoughts within you has gotten something for nothing.
Hmmm, that’s funny, Waverly, because I thought I said “many of the students seem to have trouble…” But for some reason you want to think “everybody.” Seems to me like YOU’RE the one making presumptions.
Anyway, I’m not jealous. I went to school there and got a lot of financial aid. I’m pretty well off. And I still know how to ride a bus.
If I see a bus just pulling away and there are red lights a short distance from the stop you can bet I will run after that bus and chap on the door, especially if the next bus is an hour away. 9 times out of 10 the bus driver lets me on, so imo it would be stupid not to run after a bus and try your luck.
If daddys so rich then daddy would have bought her a car.
I’ll never forget the time I was on the train, waiting for it to pull out. The doors not only closed, they closed on a guy’s hand. He was stuck. He went into panic mode, shouting “Help! I’m trapped! The door closed on my hand! Open it! OPEN IT!”
The doors opened. He walked onto the train. People around me were shocked and awed, saying things like “Oh my god, did you see that? He could have been killed!”
I guess I was the only one that noticed the smug expression on the fuckbomb’s face when the doors opened back up. I was probably also the only one that watched the doors close, then watched fuckbomb run up and stick his fingers in the (already closed) doors (there are rubber flaps), then start shouting for help.
Could have been killed my ass. Manipulative prick.
Stick with me here, because your “elite university” education is wearing off: You lumped this girl in with kids you described as believing they are “entitled to special treatment just because daddy pays for them to go to an expensive school”. How do you know that this is remotely close to her (or anyone’s) situation? Is there some mass transportation to privileged upbringing inverse relationship study in the JAMA that I missed?
I’m glad to hear how well off you are. That information really rounds out your argument.
Oh yeah? I don’t mean to be presumptuous…but this seems to me like a classic case of resentment. Laughing at someone who missed a bus just seems…kind of pathetic. And then assuming that the person who missed it was trying to get ahead of everyone else, and must also be a spoiled brat. Added to all this is the fact that you went to this school on financial aid. You say you’re not jealous and that you’re well off…but then why harbor all this anger against people who earn more than you?
It just seems irrational to be angry at people just because their parents are paying their way through school. I’m currently a college student whose parents are doing just that, and guess what? I have run after departing buses before. What’s your point? There is always that one chance that the bus driver may let you on instead of having to wait for the next one. Why does that make you a spoiled person?
What an exceptionally stupid OP. What’s particularly bizarre is the idea of feeling some sort of moral superiority over someone else simply because you arrived in time to catch the bus and someone else didn’t. What an amazingly empty life you must live, to get such a sense of satisfaction over something so entirely trivial.
Actually, I kind of wish I had the OP’s psychic ability to know one’s financial situation simply by the fact that they ran after a bus. I’m highly impressed. With that kind of talent, I might have been able to snag a rich husband by now.
And you know, nothing says you live a life of wealth and priveledge than the sight of you running futiley and desperately after a city bus. That’s a real “Grey Poupon” moment.
I’m thinking that in addition to sending out ULF vibrations betraying her privileged status, the bus chaser has look that subtly says “I’m out of Quazz’s league.”
What? Here they do let you board at the back doors during rush hour if you have a transfer or metro pass. (You’re only supposed to do it when they’ve got a helpful backdoor dude though).
I drive a bus part time. Here’s how to make life easier for all.
If you want to catch a certain bus, strive to look like you want that bus. Stand up by the sign and wave at the driver. If you don’t want this bus, but you do want the one behind it, shake your head and/or your hand (flat and down) to make it clear you don’t want the first bus.
Have your money or pass ready. A lot of people look in a bus’ open door and suddenly realize they have to find a fare.
If you’re unsure of your stop, ask the driver. Maybe he’s new and won’t know. Check the schedule and look for your stop.
Usually, passengers board the front and exit the rear. Sometimes that doesn’t work. (the driver forgets or there’s a mud puddle or something.) It’s ok to holler ‘back door’ if that’s what you want.
There’s more, but just use common sense. The driver is measured by getting the bus to the next stop at the right time. You don’t have to make it harder than it already is.
Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the person ran after the bus, and the bus stopped and opened the doors and then panting and sweating and red-faced the person asked “Pardon me, but do you have any Grey Poupon?”
Okay, now I am going to have to get a jar of Grey Poupon, ride a bus, and tell all my fellow bus riders, earnestly, that Grey Poupon is what I do when smack is just to hard to find. I’ll use a tone of voice that suggests I expect them to understand exactly how it is when you have to turn to Grey Poupon cuz the smack is gone.
I’m gonna join Waverly and Miller in saying that it’s you making presumptions.
All you really know about this girl is that she arrived a little late and made an attempt to catch the bus anyway.
And that’s all.
You know absolutely nothing else. Not her state of education, intelligence, sense of entitlement, confidence or wealth. Only that she missed a bus. And you laughed at her for it.
