Looking back at it all, the anger started during my commute home from work on Monday. I intended to stay a little bit late to finish up on some extra tasks and to let New York City's rush hour pass. An hour passed and I started feeling a little bit sick and weak-almost flu-like, and decided to leave. I slipped on my coat and scarf and stepped into the elevator. Outside, it was already dark and felt like a brisk zero degrees as I proceeded to the bus stop a few blocks away. My teeth chattered and my ears started to hurt due to the gusts of cold winds. The bus was scheduled to arrive at a frequency of every six minutes during this time. Instead, twenty minutes had passed and I stood there shivering feeling weak and ill.
Before I passed out, the bus finally became visible and strolled up in a too comfortable pace. Peering inside, it did not seem to be too full. Upon stepping inside, I realized that I was the first person who was standing and without a seat. No seat. I was to stand this whole ride. I was feeling sick, weak, and cold, and I was to stand for the next fourty-five minutes-so I thought.
That's right. I thought it was going to be fourty-five minutes… just fourty-five minutes. The traffic bottleneck started as we approached the Battery Tunnel that was supposedly going to shoot us into Brooklyn at light speed. Instead, bumper to bumper. I would like to say an average of five miles per hour, but it seemed like the first day with the bus driver who had a herky-jerky gas and brake foot, gyrating me to take rapid pivot steps in all directions just to regain my balance, therefore making it a little difficult to gauge the average speed calculations at this time. I must have been in aerobic state when I stepped off the bus, which happened to be…an hour and a half later.
And to all that watched as I looked nauseous, weak, and ill, and still did not offer their seat, I took notes, and I know who you are.
Okay, maybe the bus ride is a slight exaggeration, but this is just how it felt.
And it continues. I will not go into how today went. Let's just say that it all started with me returning from the restroom and realizing that those droplets of unidentified liquid on my shoe were probably not from the faucet. Enough said.
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