When I was inspecting the coach, I saw the following words written on a "rider alert" poster:
Please say no to JAYWALKING. Cause Santa won't visit you if you are road kill.
A customer complimented me on a smooth ride up James St. This is hard, and I've been working on it for over a year and a half.
I stopped in for coffee at the Tully's on Queen Anne/Boston. KCPQ channel 13 was doing some remote spot, and I had to walk in front of a live camera to get to the bathroom. The talking head was going on about the new snowpack at the ski areas.
After I've pulled out of the zone at Rainier/Walker and while waiting at the light a block away, this woman runs up and starts banging on the door glass with her umbrella. I open the door in hopes of stopping this activity. She wants on the bus, of course, but we have to wait for her mother. Mom is about a block back losing to a snail with too much dignity to take the bus. I tell the lady to take the next one as my light had just turned green. She's pissed, but I feel a sence of general approval from the other passengers.
One wheelchir passenger was very cool. Another, with her daughter, was very annoying. They only went a couple of stops and I had to listen to them snipe at each other the whole way. And the whole way back, as I pick them up again about three hours later.
General business until the 11:12 trip in from Madrona. After that I can take 30-45 seconds to think after the end of each trip. I manage to eat a sandwich.
I was cut off by a blue sports car, Washington plate 491-PFS. He wanted into the loading zone right in front of me, but he was in the left lane. I didn't hit him. I did see he was on the phone. (If you are the driver of this car, now is the time to start believing in God. And getting a life. If you are this car's insurance company, now is the time to raise the rates...he's gonna die.)
My last trip up to 1 W/W Raye, there was one guy left on the bus. I told him we were at the last stop. He asks when we were going to start going up Aurora. "Ain't you the 358? Oh, maybe you're the 348. 338?? What bus *is* this?" "Number 3" "3 what?" "Just 3." "Aw...*mannn*..."
Weather: rain, then sun, then high winds, then grey.