Daily Nuttiness

-Yesterday, Amy Number One rang for the bus to stop when we got to Meredith College. Boyfriend was driving. He turned around and says to her, "where are you going?" She didn't really have a good answer for him. She clearly drives him crazy, but he's so patient with her. He must have kids. Patience like that only comes from raising little people.

-Grandpa was back behind the wheel this morning. College Boy rang for his stop. Grandpa kept driving. College Boy said, "stop, please." Grandpa kept driving. College Boy shouts at the top of his lungs, "STOP, PLEASE!!!!" Grandpa came to a screetching halt. I don't remember if I mentioned it, but last time he closed the doors on someone. He reminds me a little of the guy who drives the Knight Bus.

-The Raleigh city buses are called CAT, for Capital Area Transit. A high school teacher friend told me today that her students call the Raleigh buses, "The City Kitty." That kills me. City Kitty.

Grandpa was a bus driver. And still is.

The TTA drivers all switched their routes recently. They apparently get to pick what routes they want to drive. Fair enough. Except I got Grandpa. He's driving both the morning and evening 105 routes. He is this hunched over, shriveled prune of a man. Simmer down. I don't think everyone over the age of sixty should have their license revoked and be committed to a home. However, this man doesn't exactly have the cat-like reflexes I prefer in my bus drivers. Seriously, he sort of pulls over into the other lane and looks only after he's started moving. He nearly hit I don't know how many cars in the morning AND the evening.

It was raining the other day. He was driving. He didn't start the stopping process when, say, a younger, more sprightly driver would have. The bus started to fishtail. Ever been on a gazillion ton city bus when the back end decides to move in a different direction than the front? Words fail me. Okay, maybe not. Terrifying.

It's crazy. Nice guy, though.