So my family went to the Hollywood Bowl tonight to see the Chieftans. While the audience in the bench seats at the Bowl reminds me time after time how much thoughtless people annoy me (the pre-show “No smoking / turn off your cel phone” announcement also included a reminder not to talk during the performance), that’s not why I’m laboriously pecking out a rant at half my usual typing speed.
See, the best way to get to the Bowl is by the shuttle buses from various locations. After the show, we’re standing on a packed bus. Please note, I am well-practiced in steadying myself and keeping my balance on moving public transports. I turn to discuss some of the show’s technical problems with my dad, so I hang on to the bar with my left hand. My left wrist is in a Carpal Tunnel brace, which became important as …
… the bus suddenly screeched HARD to a stop. My awkward wrist-braced grip holds on just long enough to nearly yank my arm out of its socket before I’m pitched into the lap of the hapless guy next to me. I was thrown off my feet for the first time in years of bus riding.
As the occupants of the packed bus picked themselves up and tried to figure out what happened, what to our wondering eyes should appear but a brainless young couple who had thought it a great idea to RUN IN FRONT OF A FUCKING BUS. :mad: As an annoyed passenger yelled at them, they pointed back and giggled. What they should have been doing was thanking whatever they believed in that the bus driver had fast reflexes, because his swift manipulation of the brake pedal was all that came between them and their fate of becoming a matched pair of Metro hood ornaments.
Now not only does my wrist twinge like I’m sticking ice picks into it, but my shoulder’s effed up too. Fucking fuck you, you fucking fuckwit pair of fucking fucks! You’re not even creative enough for a Darwin award – do that in front of a slower driver and all you’ll be remembered for is being road pizza.
To sum up: Fucking OW!
