I tend not to have a very high regard for most of my fellow humans, a fact which most of my fellow humans have done very little to mitigate over the years. (I think it was all those years working retail that did it for me. If I had to pin it down to one incident, I’d go with the time I stopped someone from breaking a piece of merchandise and he spit in my face.) Every now and then, though, people will genuinely surprise me. Like last night…
The car was (is) still on the fritz, so I spent a large part of the evening trying to get through to one of the several taxi companies serving Seattle so I could get home from work. On the rare occasion that I got anything other than a busy signal, I was left on hold long enough to make me give up and try again. Frankly, I wasn’t all that surprised. While the arterials were all pretty much bare and dry, the side streets all across town were pretty icy. Nobody wanted to drive, so everybody was after getting a cab for themselves.
Plan B was to catch a bus most of the way home, get off by the Arboretum and walk the, I dunno, mile, mile and a half home. Trouble was, the bus only ran once an hour at that time of night. Rather than standing in the cold, it would make more sense to keep moving and just walk all the way home – just under five miles. Given that the overnight low was forecast to be 18 degrees, this was not what I wanted to do, but sometimes there’s not a lot of choice in the matter.
Since we haven’t had the car running, we haven’t been to the market in awhile and were running out of important things like tortillas. There’s a grocery store not far from where I work, so I hoofed it up there in hopes of being able to grab the stuff we needed and still make it across the street in time to catch the bus.
It almost worked, too. As I was standing in line waiting to pay, I saw my bus zip past.