Revolutionary

We went out to a movie Saturday night. It was an Australian film, part of a weekend of films from down under. It was called Kenny, about a guy who works for a portable toilet company. A bit Chrsitopher Guest... If you get a chance to see it, go.

On the bus ride home the route makes a left turn. There was a car that had stopped past the stop line, making it difficult for the bus driver to make his turn. He stopped and stuck his head out the window to educate the driver on the rules of the road. I couldn't hear the driver, but the conversation ended with the bus driver saying, "Bite me!"

This story could've happened anywhere in the world. I've seen it in Boston many times. But in Toronto the story ends with the bus driver apologizing to the riders by saying, "Sorry about that. People get a license and they think they're God." [If you read this story out loud to anyone, sorry should be pronounced 'sore-ee'.]

Another bus story: last week Capella and I were waiting for a bus at the depot. It was cold, and there was a bus sitting at the far end, its driver twiddling his thumbs. On the digital sign at the front of the bus, the route number and name alternated with the word "REVOLUTIONARY." Another bus pulled in, and the driver took pity on us and waved us on so we could come out of the cold. We asked him about the other bus's sign, and he explained that the electronic signs come with a few preset words and phrases. Apparently some of the drivers like to have random phrases flash on the signs when they drive.