what would you say if i told you that i won't be by today? would you say that i'm just a bus driver?

i tell ya, nothing can drive a man to blogging like anger. today i had to teach, so i took the trolley as i normally do. now, the driver of this particular trolley route and i have a touch of history. it's certainly nothing torrid as you readers might hope, just one filled with the peccadillos that make me think someone hates me, as i tend to do. in this case though, it seems i might have been right.

so today i was approaching the trolley stop when i see the trolley pull up. as it starts to leave, i'm still about thirty feet from the actual stop, so i move toward the middle of the street with my right hand raised, indicating my desire to board the trolley. instead of pulling over the trolley he'd been accelerating for a total of about three seconds and opening the door, he accelerated more, steered the trolley around me, looked me in the eyes, waved his finger, shook his head, and mouthed "NO!" i stood in the street dumbfounded. i looked at other passersby for explanation. they offered none, for there was none.

the trolley driver literally went out of his way to be mean to me. is being fifteen seconds late to a trolley--that is on a loose schedule at best--such a horrible offense? have the monsters instilled in him a cynicism that surpasses even my own? i returned to the safety of the sidewalk and watched as the trolley turned the corner. i'm not one to anger so easily, but my face warmed with the flames of anger despite the whipping winds. what do i say to this person the next time i need a ride to campus? "hi!"? "thanks for the ride!"? "please sir, may i enter this trolley if it fancies you?"? maybe i should just stay home....