02 October 2009

The fall of plan B

Plan A is to catch the 7:19 bus to Rose Quarter. That's always the plan for my morning. But nowadays it seems my plans are made only for the sake of planning and plan B no longer just backup. Plan B is the new plan A. Anyway. The 7:19 gets me to work on time with fewer transfers.

Plan B is the 7:26, which used to come at 7:24, driven by a ruddy fellow with a boyish face. He reminded me of the kid in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory who falls into a sea of chocolate gluttony. I don't know what happened to that driver, but I hope he fell to a gluttonous demise. Seems like that would be better than bussin it for Tri-Met.

Getting to work by the 7:26 is a bit more complicated- a delicate process of buses running on time and walking a certain number of blocks at the right speed to catch the transfers. With Big Ruddy it used to work out well.

Now the 7:26 usually rolls around at 7:30 under the care of a sweet but slow woman who I suspect just wandered on one day and somebody plopped her in the driver seat. I like her because she always waits for me when I'm running frantically toward the stop. But the kindness in her nature comes at the expense of her schedule, and by consequence, my schedule.

Time to outline plan C.

1 comment:

Chejo said...

The more plans the better!