So I’m on my way to run some errands. The car’s still in the shop (Remind me to kill me mechanic. The dirty fucker’s been giving me the run around for ages now… but that’s a different rant entirely. I digress) so I decide to hop on the bus. After glancing at some bus routes and schedules, I ascertain that the 22 line runs up and down El Camino, the only real street around here, which happens to be where I need to go. Excellent, so I mosey on down to the stop and hop on the bus. Everyone before me gets on, is friendly, says hi, she says hi back. When I got on, I smiled and said hi too, except she wasn’t so cordial back to me. The bitch sneered at me. The hell is her problem? Meh, no biggie, I just sit down and wait for my stop. The bus is heading north on El Camino, all is well… then the bus goes to the transit center and the driver calls, “Last stop!!” Juh? Eh? How can this be the last stop? This bus is supposed to go into the next town. I ask the bus driver if this bus line ends here. Silly question, I suppose since she just said this was the last stop. “I thought the 22 went straight up and down El Camino,” I said bewildered. “Not this one,” she told me, looking me up and down. Grr, what the hell?! Had I read the maps wrong? Why was she giving me such dirty looks? One, The 22 did go up tp El Camino, I was certain of this. Two, I didn’t like the way this cunt was looking at me. I ignored that this broad had known me for all of 2 seconds and was already being rude to me (usually people know me a lot longer before deciding they don’t like me), I began explaining to her that I knew the 22 went to where I was going, so I went to the bus stop, saw a bus that read 22, figured it was the right one, then got on, and somehow this is the last stop? “No, no, no,” she hissed, “you want the 22 Menlo Park. This is the 22 Palo Alto.”
D’oh. All righty then, so apparently there are about a kazillion 22 lines that go up and down El Camino which wasn’t apparent to me from their web site. Maybe it’s apparent to someone else, or I glanced too hastily at the site, but whatever. I made a mistake, I got on the wrong bus, now I need to get back to El Camino. Unsure of how exactly I was supposed to do this, I inquired about this oh so elusive 22 MP line. Shoulda known the cow was gonna get an attitude again. “It comes to the transit center,” she replied, with her nose scrunched up, eying me foully. “They all do.” Why was her face all crunched together and why the HELL was she giving me that insulting stare? It was like she was going out of her way to be nasty to me. She was doing everything in her power to be sinister, short of outright name calling. Well I guess she told me what I needed to know, but did she have to be such a bitch? I should have asked her that, but rather, I just glared back at her, offered a semi-sincere “thanks much” and got off.