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Fun on the bus

Muriel2017

Photo by my Chandra

On the way to my exercise class by bus yesterday, when I disembarked, the driver unbuckled his seat belt, got up, carried my walker down to the sidewalk and offered me his hand to step down as if I were a very special personage. What did I do to deserve such special treatment? Give him an expensive present? Offer him a mocha-latte? Nothing like that. All I did was make him laugh!

As the first to climb aboard, because those of us waiting were all female, I jokingly told him this was his lucky day since he was so

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It’s easy to get him to smile

gorgeous, we lovely women had especially gathered to get on HIS bus. He laughed. The women laughed. Then unexpectedly, a few more females arrived in time to get on too.

‘Oh, look,’ I continued, ‘The word has gotten out already. Throughout the neighborhood they are passing the news around. More beautiful women want to ride with you!’

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Merriment ensued

Merriment ensued. Others joined in the fun and the woman sitting in the next seat chatted with me as if I were an old friend. Amazingly, her sister-in-law is in my exercise class! Waddaya know…..

In my neighborhood, people wait politely for buses, but when they see me approaching with my gray hair and walker, they’ll invariably move aside to let me on first. I thank them and climb on to advise the driver they do this not because I’m older but because I’m so beautiful — we all chuckle.

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Drivers can have a hard time with some passengers

I take the same buses at the same time each week to regularly attend classes, so some drivers have already become friends. One recently told me he was being transferred to another line and would miss me, but added: ‘I’ll be back in the winter. Look for me.’ I certainly will. He is very thoughtful and kind to me.

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some passengers fight their own demons

Bus drivers often have a hard time with passengers who are ill and/or unreasonably difficult. Even I’ve been frightened by some who fight their own demons. I handle it by staring out the window, afraid to even look in their direction. Some can be drunk and argumentative. Our bus drivers are forced to deal with all of it. They deserve a break.

Here’s to the bus drivers of our city whom I find very helpful, considerate and caring. Let’s all treat them well.

 

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All They Can Do Is Say No……

Photo by Timothy Stark

Photo by Timothy Stark

The car thing

My car is a 1988 U.S. made Toyota Corolla FX, which was never made in Canada. I like it. I’m used to it and it has served me well for many years. So has my local mechanic, whom I am very fond of and who has often been more than kind and considerate. When he said my troubled car needed a new carburetor and that he could not find another for my old faithful, I asked what alternative we had.

My wonderful little 1988 Toyota Corolla FX, not made in Canada

My wonderful little 1988 Toyota Corolla FX, not made in Canada

‘We’ll have to fix your old one.’

‘How much will that cost — about?’

‘$400.’

Was the old car worth it? Perhaps not, but I thought it might be to me — I’m in no position to purchase a new one and not quite ready to give up driving altogether. He’d need it for a week, so shortly after this conversation, I left it with him when I went to Montreal to visit family.

My local mechanic has always been very kind and reliable

My local mechanic has always been very kind and reliable

He had no way to reach me for any changes in cost or confirmation of any kind while I was away. When I returned home and went in to see him, he asked about my trip. I told him I was spoiled rotten as usual, and asked how my little car was.

‘Great. It runs beautifully now.’

‘What’s the damage?’

‘$951.’

‘Yikes! I was not expecting THAT much….’

‘We had to replace a lot of parts, plus rebuild half the carburetor.’

I thought about it for a few moments, what to do? I was ready for $400/$500, but wow. I decided, even though he’s often been very good to me, to ask if there was anything he could do.

‘W-e-l-l, I’ll cut the labor by $200, there’s nothing I can do about the parts.’

I appreciated that. I was also glad I had worked up the courage to ask. $200 is a lot to me. Yes, it was still a lot for an old car, but it is running very well and I am pleased to have it.

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The phone and internet thing

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I called my server and the conversation over the phone went something like this:

‘I’m ready to move to another provider for my telephone and internet service.’

‘Are you not happy with our service.’

‘It’s okay, but my friend is paying $45 a month for the same service I pay over $100 for. She also gets free calls to China while I have to pay for every single long distance call I make.’

Poor guy -- has to deal with the likes of me

Poor guy — has to deal with the likes of me

‘But, you realize that’s only for six months, after which her costs will go back up to the regular price.’

‘Six months? Listen, I’m 78 years old. I may be dead in six months. I don’t care about what happens in six months?’ (What could the poor guy say to that?)

‘Well, I could reduce it somewhat for you, but not that much.’

‘Good enough, but I also want free long-distance calls to the U.S. and Canada.’

‘I’m sorry, I can’t do that.’

‘C’mon. You can tell your supervisor I threatened you.’

‘Are you threatening me?’

‘Yes.’

‘What will you do?’

‘I’ll sing!’

‘Go ahead and sing.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay. “I love you a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, Hug

'Hey, I gotta tell you about this crazy lady who called me today...'

‘Hey, I gotta tell you about this crazy lady who called me today…’

around the neck and a barrel and a heap, barrel and a heap and I’m talking in my sleep, about you, about you, Oh, I love you –etc., etc…..” (Right to the very end of the song. The guy never even interrupted. He listened quietly to the whole thing and then..)

‘Okay. I’ll give you free calls to North America.’

‘Ah, you are a dear. Thank you so much — can I adopt you?’

Then he asked if he could help me with anything regarding my internet service. I told him I had taken enough of his time. I’ll bet he had the greatest time afterwards telling his friends and colleagues about this crazy lady who sang to him that day. Right? And … I am very much enjoying the free long-distance calls I have — until October.