Adventures on the bus, #435

I had the strangest bus driver last night. I got to the bus stop, and the driver had opened the door for another passenger. I was right behind her, yet for some reason, he didn't see me, and closed those accordion doors on my foot. Which didn't hurt as much as you might think. He's driving crazy, fast, honking a lot, stopping short, always fun stuff. And then, as soon as there weren't enough seats and the first person was standing in the aisle, he starts yelling, "MOVE TO THE BACK OF THE BUS." That is pretty unusual. Normally drivers let you pick your own standing spot until it's super crowded and they need you to move to the back to let more people on.

So all the standers were following orders, moving to the back, and even at the stops where people just got off and no one new got on, he'd say, "If y'all don't move to the back of the bus, I'm not moving the bus, and I know these people want to get home." Friendly, right? A bunch of people got on at U St, which is like 3 stops from my getting-off stop. The driver's yelling move to the back. And this one older man says, "Move to the back of the bus! That's all I've been hearing my whole life! What about Rosa Parks, man?" and then proceeds to tell the entire bus a story about how when he left Washington to go away to college in 1957 he took a Greyhound and it went on and on but I had my iPod on and didn't get it all.