An appalling bus ride...

So, I was on my way home from work last night, riding the bus like normal...

I was so appalled by things, I have to vent about them.

First, the bus was 12 minutes late. Now that doesn't sound terribly bad, but, when its 100 degrees outside, and you are sitting somewhere with no shade, it does start to get irritating. Once all the passengers were on the bus, we had to wait an additional three minutes, while the bus driver called a family member and had a personal conversation about his mother trying to reach the person he was now on the phone with.

Once we finally got going, the bus driver resumed his personal conversation with the young girl (calling her a young lady would be too complimentary) sitting in the first seat, across from him. I think they are related to one another, but not really sure. She looked about 15. Sitting next to this girl, is an adorable little girl, no more than 2 or 3 years old. Her left arm is in a cast. The girl (mother possibly) didn't bother to stop coloring in her coloring book to pay attention to the toddler that was with her. Instead, she preferred the attention/discipline method of "Sit the f--k down" and "Shut the f--k up".

At one point, the bus driver asked the (older) girl a question, which required her to stand up and next to him for a block or so, for them to extensively discuss this question. During this time, of the older girl standing next to the bus driver, the toddler proceeded to stand up on the bus seat and nearly tumble over a few times.

It was about this point, that I took some time to observe some things about the driver. Apparently, his preferred method of stopping the bus is to slam on the brakes as close as possible to the actual bus stop, thereby giving everyone on the bus a case of whiplash. Also, instead of using a safe, conscientious driving method, that is common for bus drivers, he prefers to drive a bit erratically, and use his horn a lot. Including at another bus parked in front of him dealing with a mechanical issue apparently.

A bit later in the bus ride, the girl was sitting back in her seat, coloring again, and noticed that the toddler had gotten off the seat and was standing (nicely) in the aisle. The girl grabbed the toddler by the wrist (not on the broken arm -- thankfully) and put her back in the seat, with the instruction "Stay!"

Soon after that, we got to my stop and i left the bus. I can not imagine how the rest of the ride went.