Writer's Block: Public Transit Nightmare
Nov. 29th, 2007 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguy[Error: unknown template qotd]
Ohhh, Good question. For me, it was sitting in the back of the bus with my then girlfriend, terrified, as a demo team leader of my acquaintance had what can only be described as some kind of psychotic episode at the front of the bus.
He was hollering and screaming and bellowing at the bus driver, who was incredibly professional (a lesser human being might have told him to stow the passive aggressive bullshit, but he was made of sterner stuff).
At the end of the trip, I approaced the driver to ask what had happened, and apparently the DTL in question was going to be late for a movie. A shitty movie at that, the Keanu/Pacino one where he's a lawyer and he's the devil.
Perhaps, of course, leaving earlier might have avoided that problem. Or getting a prescription for anti-psychotic medication.
Perhaps.
Ohhh, Good question. For me, it was sitting in the back of the bus with my then girlfriend, terrified, as a demo team leader of my acquaintance had what can only be described as some kind of psychotic episode at the front of the bus.
He was hollering and screaming and bellowing at the bus driver, who was incredibly professional (a lesser human being might have told him to stow the passive aggressive bullshit, but he was made of sterner stuff).
At the end of the trip, I approaced the driver to ask what had happened, and apparently the DTL in question was going to be late for a movie. A shitty movie at that, the Keanu/Pacino one where he's a lawyer and he's the devil.
Perhaps, of course, leaving earlier might have avoided that problem. Or getting a prescription for anti-psychotic medication.
Perhaps.
