A couple in their 30s step onto the Bus on College way.
He has a $5 bill that he slides into the cash box as I hand him 2 transfers.
“Thank you, sir, I have a question” sure I said leaning toward my plexiglass screen to hear him.
“My wife and I are having lunch in the International district.
Will this bus get us there?”
Yes, it will be my last stop, and I’ll make sure I announce we are there.
They make thier way to their seats in front just behind the ADA section on the door side.
5 or 6 passengers are spread out at the stop area, with a distance from the bench, where a woman in her 50s, dressed for the streets is sitting alone.
I recognize her, Mental Illness. Not sure how she gets by in the world
I think she stays at several different shelters, she is loud, has aggressive expressions, cuss words, she is angry.
The passengers hurriedly load before her, she takes her time to grab her stuff, sits in the ADA section just in front of the young couple.
As I pull out she is starting to cuss and chew out the invisible people in front and behind her.
At the next stop, a few people move away towards the back.
We continue through Ballard, Freemont, and Westlake as she relives whatever torments her as her volume gets louder, then she’s quiet, then starts in again.
We are downtown on 3rd and Marion,
She exists the bus, in front of the couple, He leans in in front of his wife
Protecting her from what might be an unexpected blow from her,
The woman is looking at me as she exists and is yelling at me
As I am now the focus of her anger as she exits.
The couple relax and lower their heads when she is gone.
My next stop is 3rd and James.
(1 stop away from the last stop)
Another woman, a little bit older,
Same condition gets on the bus,
Sits a few seats behind the couple,
Begins her rant,
We arrive at the end of the route, 3rd, and Main,
I ask if they are good from here,
Their eyes are wide open, she is visibly shaken.
He is not happy with their choice of transportation for the day.
“yea, were good” he says as his head shakes.
My layover at the base was quiet
Cookie and coffee.
Made my way back North
3rd and Union,
I have one passenger on my bus.
There is a Man, 20s with blood on his head, inebriated,
I watch him as I pull in and hope he doesn’t want on.
He sees my bus and backs up indicating to me, that this is not his bus.
I begin to pull away.
He walks into the side of the bus,
He swaggers, then falls
I call it in.
My supervisor arrives, fire dept.
The one passenger steps off waits for another bus, wishing me luck.
A pedestrian has the incident on her phone and explains to the supervisor how he just walked into the bus.
And was drunk and yelling about a girl before the incident.
He is ok as the fire department arrived
He refused care, wished us all a good day, and to drive safe.
Metro towed the bus back to base (no damage just to do some prep work in case he tries to sue)
They drive me back to base, arrange another bus for me, send me out
I finish my day at the end of the next run,
Go back to base,
Fill out the paperwork
Go home, make myself a peanut butter sandwich,
Go to bed listening to a Sasquatch Podcast.