Hubby called me at work this morning with some apparently traumatic news.
“I forgot to tell you!” he exclaimed. “A bus hit my truck yesterday!”
Huh. I gotta say – I’m not surprised.
Apparently Hubby was at a red light waiting to turn left, when a city bus tried to squeeze by him in the right turning lane. And all of a sudden, his truck jolted.
It took him only a few seconds to realize what had happened, and even fewer to get damned pissed about it.
“So I kinda chased after him for a bit.”
Ok, a little more surprising.
Hubby in his pickup truck, pulling out of the left turning lane and turning right, weaving around traffic, blaring on his horn, racing behind the city bus.
What did he intend on doing about it?
“I don’t know! I didn’t know what to doooo! Maybe I’d get out of the truck and talk to the driver at the next stop, or something.”
Yeah. Good idea.
“So then I thought ‘this isn’t gonna work’”
No, I should think not.
And when he finally pulled over to check the damage, and saw that no real damage had been inflicted, he was really at a loss for what to do next.
“So it was number 644. I remembered so you could tell them.”
Sorry, so I could tell them? Tell who what?
It seems that Hubby thinks the City should at least know that a stupid bus driver hit his precious truck. And that I should be the one to enlighten them.
“I just think it’s unfair.”
Well sure, it's unfair. But that’s the whole reality of city buses and everything about them. Unfair.
It’s unfair that they splash people when they drive by, and that they’re never on time, and that I can get a ticket for 'parking and riding'.
And it's certainly unfair that they can hit your vehicle and totally get away with it.
But we all know what they say about fair. That’s the kicker. When something is totally unfair, there there is usually absolutely nothing you can do, except grit and bear it.
Or chase them. Yes, I suppose you can always chase them.
So when life gives you lemons - chase them. And when the going gets tough - chase them. And when a bus hits your pickup truck, whatever it takes and no matter how futile, for god's sake - friggin chase them.