More of an observation than a gripe today. It's a part of the commuting life whether we want it to be or not, but one of the most embarrassing things (especially for anyone over the age of 21) is running for the bus.
Since I commute fairly often, I've had my fair share of drive-by's. I even had the bus blow by me entirely one night.
Running to catch a bus invokes a sort of free falling feeling for me. For some cats they like it, but me personally, I hate the look on the pedestrians faces when they see me struggle. It could quite possibly be a personal pride inside.
I've often been the observer as well and feel a huge wave of sympathy for the public display of embarrassment. It's like slipping on a banana peel or yawning so hard spit comes out of your mouth.
Never again, will I force myself to flee for help, because the only person one can rely on is, yourself.
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