T'is the season to give the finger

A couple months back Jeremy and I had driven to Heritage station and were going to catch a bus to take us to Mount Royal. As we parked we noticed that our bus was already at the stop so we ran as hard as we could to catch it. Phew! We made it, just in time! As I knock on the door of the bus that is still fully parked the driver looks at me and gives me a hand signal of the number 5. "Five minutes! Next bus comes in five minutes!" Then he drives away. "What an ass" I think to myself and then not much more.

So... the other day as I attempted to make it as early as possible to school in order to study for one of my exams (5 down! 0 to go!) me and this younger girl ran for a bus that was just about to depart Heritage station. We were so close, I'm sure the driver saw us running, yet he continued to drive away. Then the girl was ambitious and began to run in order to meet the bus at the red stoplight. I followed. In fact, I passed her and made it to the bus first, which was fully stopped at the red. Again, I knocked on the door and again it was the same driver. This time he waved his finger at me in a disapproving way, in a "tsk, tsk" sort of manner. And again the man who has the power to push a little button or not, did not open his door. What was I to do? He doesn't even have the decency to verbally communicate with me, he resorts to this pathetic non-verbal signal, how dare him? What could I have done? Banged on the door in a desperate plea? Shout and scream at the man through a closed door? No, instead I simply turned around and as I walked away I flipped the middle one.

Now that I have returned his non-verbal communication by giving him my own symbol of how I feel, he proceeds to open the door and yell at me! "Excuse me! If you wanna get on my bus you be at that bus stop on time! You will never get on my bus by doing that!" And on and on he went, I didn't hear the whole thing as I had my earphones in. I simply kept walking and gave him the finger again. Ha ha ha.

Ironically, that evening as I was driving and stuck at a yeild sign a guy honked his horn behind me urging to me race the oncoming traffic. I didn't (I drive my mother's 1986 Dodge Caravan for crying out loud), so when I finally went he zoomed by me and... yep, gave me the finger.