Adventures in Transit
Monday, March 18th, 2013 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jesse_the_kThe forecast was "1 − 3 inches" but the reality seemed more like 4.5. At any rate, I dragged my butt, late, spinning and swerving, to the bus stop. After ten minutes I called to see what was up. Nothing firm was promised, so I backtracked two blocks to another line. The bus arrived and was dropping the ramp when I realized I was stuck. I wasn't going to be able to move out of the ramp's way.
Then something so pleasant and organized and positive happened!
I waved the driver on; one of the descending passengers asked if she could help. Oh yes she could indeed. I gave her the "bullet" for unsticking: one hand on each cane handle; wait for my countdown; push down to increase traction; don't pull and she followed every instruction. After the first try, a guy stopped by and started grabbing for the handle and telling me what was wrong with my wheels. I let him know, calmly, "I've been driving this thing for twenty years so I'm pretty familiar with this situation." He did the universal sign of "no harm, no foul" (backing up and rotating his upper arms so his hands were head-high, palm out) and wandered away.
So Stephanie (we traded names later) gave me just the right traction and I was free of the now-icy bus stop.
"How will you get home?" she asked.
I said, not really knowing, "Oh, I'll figure it out somehow."
She replied, "I live just here (pointing nearby), can I accompany you home?"
I got a clue and realized that a) she was exhibiting all the signs of a sensible person and b) if I got stuck away from the main street I'd be really stuck.
So we s/trolled down to where I could see my tracks, and waved goodbye.
So that was truly good news.
Why can't I swim to the pool?
Then something so pleasant and organized and positive happened!
I waved the driver on; one of the descending passengers asked if she could help. Oh yes she could indeed. I gave her the "bullet" for unsticking: one hand on each cane handle; wait for my countdown; push down to increase traction; don't pull and she followed every instruction. After the first try, a guy stopped by and started grabbing for the handle and telling me what was wrong with my wheels. I let him know, calmly, "I've been driving this thing for twenty years so I'm pretty familiar with this situation." He did the universal sign of "no harm, no foul" (backing up and rotating his upper arms so his hands were head-high, palm out) and wandered away.
So Stephanie (we traded names later) gave me just the right traction and I was free of the now-icy bus stop.
"How will you get home?" she asked.
I said, not really knowing, "Oh, I'll figure it out somehow."
She replied, "I live just here (pointing nearby), can I accompany you home?"
I got a clue and realized that a) she was exhibiting all the signs of a sensible person and b) if I got stuck away from the main street I'd be really stuck.
So we s/trolled down to where I could see my tracks, and waved goodbye.
So that was truly good news.
Why can't I swim to the pool?
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Date: 2013-03-18 07:20 pm (UTC)lol/eye-roll at That Guy!
Oooh, new layout?!
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Date: 2013-03-18 07:23 pm (UTC)Yay for sensible random people.
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Date: 2013-03-18 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-18 08:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-18 08:50 pm (UTC)Maybe a spring thaw is coming soon? Hopefully that won't result in flooded streets & sidewalks, etc.
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Date: 2013-03-19 03:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-20 08:22 pm (UTC)Why can't we have our own private pools? Then we wouldn't have to leave the house to go swimming. Of course, that would mean we'd have to do all the maintenance and cleaning, which ugh.