My Nemesis

Did I ever tell you I have a nemesis? I don't think I am his nemesis, though. Is that a requirement of the nemesis relationship? I don't really know.

It's this guy who I see at the bus stop not every day, but pretty frequently. He is always wearing black Chuck Taylors, jeans with a ratty hem, and a grey hooded sweatshirt. And he carries an old Nike bag that no longer zips closed. Anyway, he always has to be the first person on the bus! Every. damn. time. He pushed an old lady down today to be the first person on the bus.

He insists on being first on the bus, yet he pays in cash every time, which is (almost) as annoying as pushing down old ladies. You can pay in cash, bus tokens, or smartrip cards (like an automated pre-pay card - touch and go). The problem with paying in cash is the fare machine on the bus is a bit temperamental. It is good with change, tokens, and smartrips. Not good with dollar bills, and sometimes it takes people a few minutes to get it to eat their dollar. So he holds up all the other people.

He also doesn't like to let disembarking passengers off the bus. He wants to force his way onto the bus even if there are people trying to get off.

So. I've made it my goal to try and beat him on the bus every time I see him. Or to help someone else beat him on the bus. I don't care if I'm first or someone else, just as long as My Nemesis isn't first. He lives on my street, and I saw him walking up the street today as I left the building. I booked it to the bus stop, hoping to catch a bus right before he got to the stop, but I just missed one. He got to the stop about 2 minutes later than me, yet was still the first person on the bus this morning. He bested me today. Tomorrow is another day...