Like Busses In The Night

, , , , , , , , | Working | September 22, 2020

I am coming home from work on what might be one of the worst days since the start of the health crisis. We were understaffed, ran out of stock, and had a line for the entirety of my five-hour shift. While I am walking home, a bus stops beside me and the driver pops the door.

Bus Driver: “You heading to West Edmonton Mall?”

Me: “Just a bit further.”

I’m preparing to explain how I forgot my wallet and don’t have the fare. 

Bus Driver: “Get on.”

Me: “But—”

Bus Driver: “No, nope. I just had to call 9-1-1 on someone who overdosed. I could use the company.”

So, I got on the bus and we talked. She was running late cause she had stayed with the man until the ambulance showed up, and she was understandably a little shaken up. I talked about how I had been at work all day and nothing seemed to have gone right. 

She was really kind and understanding, and she was just what I needed to feel a little better. 

I don’t actually believe in fate, but I do think she was one of those passing ships that you meet in life. Thank you, random bus lady, and I hope I was able to make your day a little better, too.

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Unfiltered Story #207892

, , | Unfiltered | September 9, 2020


(Me and two of my friends are on a bus on our way back from school when three 14 or 15 year olds get on. They sit by the window, open it and spend 10 minutes of the journey flipping the passers-by off and shouting swear words, insults and other abuse at them. After they shouted at two guys the bus stops at the stop just in front of said guys who then get on the bus)

Driver: Hey! You need to buy a ticket!
Guy 1: Oh don’t worry, we’re not getting a ride.
Guy 2: (to teens) You need to come with us
Teen 1: (smirking) Um… No we don’t
(Guy 1 reaches into his pocket and pulls out a badge before showing it to the teens)
Guy 1: Actually, you do. Undercover Police, get off this bus, we need to talk to you.
(The teens go completely white. Teens 1 & 2 get off the bus but Teen 3 pretends not to have done anything)
Guy 2: Come on mate, we all saw you too
(Teen 3 gets off the bus too looking sheepish. As the bus pulls away we see them getting shouted at by the cops)

Finally, Someone Who Knows How To Make Change!

, , , , , | Working | September 7, 2020

My mother and I have just landed at an airport in Maryland. We plan on taking the city’s public transportation to our final destination, a relative’s condo about an hour away. The bus at the airport is on an hourly schedule. We catch the bus at 10:00 am exactly and begin to board when we realise we only have a card to pay the bus fare. The fare is $7.50 per person so a flat $15 for my mother and me.

Me: “I’m sorry, miss, but we only have a card; do you accept a card?”

Bus Driver: “Sorry, we don’t, but there should be an ATM just inside the airport. I’ll wait while you go grab some money okay?”

My mother waits on the bus while I zip into the airport and find the ATM. The ATM will only allow me to withdraw in increments of twenty, so I take a $20 bill from the ATM and run back to the bus. Thankfully, a few people are still waiting to board.

Me: “All right, miss, I have a twenty here!”

Bus Driver: “Oh, unfortunately, the machine only accepts exact change. I’m sorry about that.”

My mother and I resign ourselves to the loss of the extra $5. A rider walks up and is about to put his $7.50 into the machine when the driver speaks up.

Bus Driver: “Excuse me, sir, can I see your money?”

She takes the money and gestures the rider to a seat, and then she addresses us.

Bus Driver: “All right, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll put your $20 bill in the machine along with this gentlemen’s $2.50 in change and charge you for three tickets, but then you can have his $5 bill, giving you change back.”

We did this and thanked her. It was a real kindness for her to help us, and we very much appreciated it!

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I Think We’ve Identified The Problem

, , , , , | Working | July 11, 2020

I am only fourteen, coming back home after visiting my dad, with only enough money to pay for my bus ticket and a meal. Student cards are only given out after school pictures have been taken.

Me: “One ticket to [Town], please. And I’m a student.”

I show him my student card.

Teller: “That’s from last year. You need this year’s student card.”

Me: “But, my school only took pictures a couple of weeks ago. We don’t have this year’s card yet.”

Teller: “No, pictures were taken two months ago. You should have your card by now. If you don’t have this year’s card, you’re a dropout and need to pay full price.”

Me: “We didn’t get our pictures taken until just a couple weeks ago. We haven’t gotten our new IDs yet.”

Teller: *yelling* “No! Pictures were taken two months ago! You are a dropout and you have to pay full price!

Me: “Pictures were only two weeks ago! We haven’t gotten our new IDs yet!”

Teller: “If you don’t want to pay for your ticket, then get out of my line and let me serve an actual customer!”

I paid full price for my ticket, using my food money to cover it. Thanks to him, I went twelve straight hours without eating anything. My new ID didn’t arrive for another three weeks.

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Some Drivers Won’t Go Out Of Their Way To Be Nice

, , , | Working | June 24, 2020

This takes place a good twenty-five years ago, when I am ten. We live near a loop in the bus route, so if we miss a bus we can just cross the street and wait for it to come back down the same road four or five minutes later.

Me: *Boarding the bus* “One child return ticket to [School], please.”

Driver: *Gruffly* “Where’s your [School] card?”

This is a sort of bus pass that [School] gives out to prove you qualify for the child fare.

I check all my pockets and realise I’ve forgotten it.

Me: “I’m sorry, I think I left it at home!”

Driver: *With an attitude* “Well, it’ll be [full adult price], then.”

It should be mentioned that I am very clearly a child, in my school uniform, and we live in a very small town where all the drivers tend to know everybody by name. The cards are rarely used unless there is a new driver, but this guy has been around for a while. I know he knows me.

Me: *With anxiety kicking in* “But my mum only gave me [child price]. I don’t have any more money. Please, if I don’t get this bus I’ll be late to school!”

Driver: *Mockingly* “Well, if you run fast, maybe you can get home and get your card before I come back! Haha!”

He shooed me off the bus and drove off quickly, still laughing. In a panic, I ran home as fast as I could. 

Just a few doors down from my house, I took a corner too fast and ended up flat on my face with a badly sprained ankle. I screamed so loudly that about half a dozen neighbours came out to check if I was okay, along with my mum who, luckily, hadn’t left for work yet. 

Of course, I never did catch that bus, and I missed about two weeks of school while my ankle healed. I never saw that driver again, and years later, mum told me why. Apparently, many of the neighbours called the bus station to complain when they heard what had happened. Mum raised h*** about it, too, of course, and she is the scariest woman you’ll ever meet when it comes to strongly-worded letters of complaint. 

In hindsight, I feel a little bad for the driver, as it wasn’t technically his fault that I was a clumsy child, but maybe taking his bad day out on children wasn’t the best career move.

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