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Caption it!

The Bus Fam’s off to spend a few days in the Motor City, during which we will hopefully participate in (or eavesdrop on*) many a bus-wide discussion.

In the meantime, please help me with a caption for this lovely photo Bus Nerd snapped while we waited for the 4 on Memorial Day.

Gone fishin'
Northbound 4/48 stop (23rd & Yesler), 3:40 PM

You will note that Nerd is more respectful and considerate than I; he chose to include only feet and legs in this one.

As always, the best caption wins the envy and admiration of the rest of us, less clever, transit geeks.

* It doesn’t actually count as eavesdropping if it’s a bus-wide discussion, but you get me.

A good driver day

Southbound 48, 2 PM: The man behind the wheel turned out to be the same man a longtime family friend brought to my nuptials, lo, those many (oh, was it only two?) years ago. I don’t actually know him, and until that ride, I had no idea he was a bus driver.

Tandy, props for your good taste in dates. How often does a bus chick get the chance to say to a driver, “Hey, I think you were a guest at my wedding!”

Eastbound 4, 8:30 PM: I rode with Smooth Jazz for the first time in almost a year. (The last time he was my driver, I think I was still busing while pregnant.) On this particular ride, he was dispensing his cool while politely fending off a rather forceful passenger-on-driver bus mack. Can’t say I blame the woman. If it weren’t for my amazingly fabulous Bus Nerd, I’d have a crush on Smooth Jazz.

Some of my best friends drive cars

Another term for the glossary:

HBC, n: Honorary bus chick. A person who, usually because of circumstances beyond her control (living or working in an area not served by transit or physical limitations that preclude excessive walking), does not regularly ride the bus, but who otherwise supports the bus chick agenda. Some examples of this support:

• Advocating for more and better transit in her area
• Happily riding the bus when the opportunity presents itself
• Planning events and gatherings that are accessible by bus
• Possessing generally good feelings about the bus
Purchasing a cool bus t-shirt for a bus-riding daughter-in-law

Like full-fledged bus chicks, HBCs often feel out of step with the car-dominated communities in which they live. They, too, look forward to a pollution-, traffic-, and sprawl-free future.

And while I’m at it…

BCiT, n: Bus chick in training. A young person, usually under the age of 12, who is learning the bus-riding ropes. A BCiT always rides with an experienced bus chick while she masters basic bus survival skills, such as when to ring the bell, how and when to pay, and appropriate bus behavior–and then more advanced skills, including schedule-reading, trip-planning, and street safety. If she shows promise, she is permitted to ride without a mentor, and, eventually, initiated into the sisterhood of full-fledged bus chicks.

Another glossary update

Bus crush, n:

1. Feelings of overwhelming admiration–occasionally, though not necessarily, of a romantic nature–for a fellow passenger; excessive interest in, or curiosity about, a fellow passenger.
2. The object of such admiration or interest.

My biggest bus crush was (and still is) Bus Nerd, but I have minor bus crushes–on women, men, young, old, passengers, drivers–all the time. There was the mother-daughter team that used to ride my morning 48 to Montlake Elementary. The mother: in her early thirties; pretty; with flawless chocolate skin, a simple, pulled-back hairstyle, and a great fashion sense. Her daughter: an eight-year old, curly-headed BCiT who reminded me of myself when I was a young bus chick, minus the awkwardness, the shyness, and the “summer haircut” (a post for another time, my friends), and plus a rather unfortunate fondness for pink. I stopped seeing them years ago, but fortunately, I have my own little BCiT to ride with these days. There are the three siblings–a big brother, a little brother, and a baby sister–I see all over the city, on several bus routes and sometimes walking, never with parents. The big brother is in charge, looking after and scolding the younger two, and I make up all kinds of romantic stories about this threesome, most of which involve variations on a Party of Five theme. There is Georgiana, the cool grandma and 27 regular I finally met this year at my precinct caucus, after years of admiring her from afar. And of course, there is Smooth Jazz.

Your turn. Ever had a bus crush?

And they don’t even give grades

Another addition to the glossary:

BDP, n: Bus driver’s pet or bus driver’s pest, depending on the circumstances. A person who sits in the front of the bus, in the seat nearest the driver, and engages the driver in conversation for the duration of the ride. BDPs tend to be regular riders and commonly offer advice and assistance (solicited and otherwise) to their fellow passengers.

Speaking of BDP, I’m in need of a KRS-One/D-Nice fix. Might be time to add some music to the Schmipod

Another term for the glossary

BWI (busing while intoxicated): Riding any form of public transportation while under the influence of alcohol or other (less legal) drugs. BWI is usually identified by the telltale scent of the intoxicating substance and its associated bizarre, antisocial, or otherwise transit-unfriendly behavior. (See also: bus foul, trife, Seahawks Special)

You can find more transit-inspired language in the bus rider’s glossary.

Ridin’ solo

Today , I rode the bus alone for the first time since Chicklet was born. (Yes, I realize that this makes me a bit pathetic, considering that my child is 12 weeks old. What can I say? She’s cute.) I have left the house without her twice–once for my birthday dinner and once for my friend Donna‘s birthday party–but Bus Nerd was with me on both occasions.

Today, I traveled solo to attend the King County Transit Advisory Committee‘s annual retreat. I wouldn’t necessarily call an extra-long meeting in our regular meeting room a retreat, especially since the room doesn’t have heat on the weekends. But I digress. It was good to commune with my fellow transit geeks without the distraction of a baby (Chicklet attended the last meeting with me), and it was especially good to ride by myself. I didn’t realize how much I missed:

• Running for the bus–not so easy with an 11-pound human strapped to one’s chest.
• Using my bus legs, also not easy (or safe) with a baby strapped on.
Reading! I used the short rides to (27) and from (14) downtown to make progress on Acacia, a novel I started way back at the end of October.

Come March, I’ll return to work and regular solo travels. Then I’ll surely miss these months of bus adventures with my miniature riding partner.

Some updates to those glossary entries

It seems that some “bus friends” are friendlier than others. From Dan in Bellevue*:

Thought I should mention that a “bus buddy” is not the same as a “bus friend” as I found out a couple years ago. I had gotten on a bus on a rainy day riding through south Seattle (the 174 I think) and had on my black bicycle rain pants. A guy who I presumed was mentally challenged got on and sat down in the seat in front of me. He glanced over his shoulder a few times, and eventually asked me if I would be his “bus friend.” Well, there seemed no harm in that so I said OK. So he moved to the seat next to me. I thought we were about to have a conversation, but then I felt a hand on my knee. [After I corrected him, he said] “Sorry,” …but didn’t get up from the seat. … I realized I may have just gotten a taste of what women go through when they get hit on. In any case, I resolved to wear my rain pants less often.

* I removed some of Dan’s dialogue, but I think (I hope) I stayed true to his point.

Also…

In case I didn’t make it clear in my original definition, “trife” is not solely used to describe insane behavior on buses; it has many transit applications. For example, it is often used to describe people who are routinely late for the bus (and the behavior that causes them to be routinely late for the bus). This behavior can be unintentional (the result of oversleeping or underestimating time needs) or intentional (relying on the lateness of buses to plan one’s schedule**). The next time you are late to work for one of these reasons, don’t bother to offer a long explanation. Just say, “I was trife this morning and missed the bus.” Or, if you’d prefer to use the word as a noun: “Trife caused me to miss the bus.”

**One day I dedicate an entire post to this phenomenon.

Speaking of the glossary…

Here are a few fun submissions from Kim in Shoreline. (I edited Kim’s definitions some, but I think that mine are true to her original intentions. Hopefully, Kim will correct them if they aren’t.)

Bus buddy: A person you often run into on (and probably know from) the bus. When you run into this person, you sit with him or her and usually enjoy a pleasant conversation, but the friendship rarely extends beyond transit. (See also: bus family)

Imaginary friend: The apparently invisible person sitting next to that bus rider who insists on sitting in the outside seat even though the inside seat in empty and the bus is full. (Usage: From one bus rider to another, “Is that your imaginary friend?”)

Phobe: The term for the rider (defined above) who refuses to move to the inside seat, apparently due to a phobia.

B.O. bounce: The act of abruptly getting up and moving after sitting down next to a rider who is emitting a less-than-ideal odor. (See also: funky bus)

On the first one: Kim used the term “bus friend” for this, but I wanted to have some way of distinguishing between a friend you make on the bus who remains relegated to your bus rides, and a friend you make on the bus (a la Bus Nerd and Coby) who becomes part of your world. I’m not sure if “bus friend” is the right term for the latter, but it’s a good candidate.

On the last one: I have to say, I try not to do this. Sometimes folks are in an unpleasant state due to circumstances outside of their control, and the last thing they need is a reminder that other people notice. The teenage girls aboard have no doubt already let this person know that he/she is offensive, so I try to hold my breath until I can discreetly make a move. I will admit, though, that I have (more than once) been tested beyond my ability to endure.