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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I actually had a fairly good morning, but this afternoon is turning into One Of Those Days.
I got on the bus to come home, and there was a guy getting off the bus while I was trying to get on. So, no problem, I move over, say "sorry, excuse me," to the guy. He's like, "It's cool."
The driver then says to me something like, "In a hurry to get on the bus, huh? You have to wait, check if anyone's getting off first." Sorta grumpy.
Me: "I'm sorry, I didn't see him." Not even that pissed off. Yet.
Him: "Well, you have to LOOK."
Me: *deathglare* thinking, too pissed to speak, "Asshole, I'm visually impaired.
Next: 30 minutes of me fuming about this, trying and failing to calm down. I decide I'm going to make the driver regret this. Get out my cane, unfold it, make sure he sees it.
I start to get up before the bus is fully stopped. I often do this and I'm fine. I made a grab for one of the poles, thinking I'd just slide to a stop and laugh it off.
I either missed the pole or there wasn't one there. Fell forward onto bus seats. Hit my leg, hip, etc, on seat dividers, hit my jaw, I think, on the bottom edge of the bus seat.
Me: "Shit!"
Other guys getting off bus: "Hey, are you okay?"
Me: "Yeah, yeah."
Driver: Says NOTHING.
Me: Get to door of bus, unfolding cane. Finish unfolding cane, smack the end onto the top of bus steps to make sure it's settled. Smack a bit harder than necessary. Glare at bus driver.
Bus driver: Will NOT look me in the eye, in fact looks AWAY.
Me: Get off bus and walk home.
So now I'm home and I'm still kind of fuming. It's partially my fault, maybe entirely my fault, for getting pissed off and letting that distract me, so that I fell. But there's no excuse for the rudeness from the driver, and no excuse for him not seeing if I was okay.
ARGH!
So, I'm gonna go sit on an ice pack for a while, and see if my face is swelling. I hope to hell NOT, because I still have to go to the bloody eye doctor today.
I actually had a fairly good morning, but this afternoon is turning into One Of Those Days.
I got on the bus to come home, and there was a guy getting off the bus while I was trying to get on. So, no problem, I move over, say "sorry, excuse me," to the guy. He's like, "It's cool."
The driver then says to me something like, "In a hurry to get on the bus, huh? You have to wait, check if anyone's getting off first." Sorta grumpy.
Me: "I'm sorry, I didn't see him." Not even that pissed off. Yet.
Him: "Well, you have to LOOK."
Me: *deathglare* thinking, too pissed to speak, "Asshole, I'm visually impaired.
Next: 30 minutes of me fuming about this, trying and failing to calm down. I decide I'm going to make the driver regret this. Get out my cane, unfold it, make sure he sees it.
I start to get up before the bus is fully stopped. I often do this and I'm fine. I made a grab for one of the poles, thinking I'd just slide to a stop and laugh it off.
I either missed the pole or there wasn't one there. Fell forward onto bus seats. Hit my leg, hip, etc, on seat dividers, hit my jaw, I think, on the bottom edge of the bus seat.
Me: "Shit!"
Other guys getting off bus: "Hey, are you okay?"
Me: "Yeah, yeah."
Driver: Says NOTHING.
Me: Get to door of bus, unfolding cane. Finish unfolding cane, smack the end onto the top of bus steps to make sure it's settled. Smack a bit harder than necessary. Glare at bus driver.
Bus driver: Will NOT look me in the eye, in fact looks AWAY.
Me: Get off bus and walk home.
So now I'm home and I'm still kind of fuming. It's partially my fault, maybe entirely my fault, for getting pissed off and letting that distract me, so that I fell. But there's no excuse for the rudeness from the driver, and no excuse for him not seeing if I was okay.
ARGH!
So, I'm gonna go sit on an ice pack for a while, and see if my face is swelling. I hope to hell NOT, because I still have to go to the bloody eye doctor today.