On a bus ride home some night last week, I stepped aboard and found that the driver had decided on mood lighting.
After a short time, he turned the lights on and I was able to get some reading in. They remained so until towards the end of my ride when they curiously went dark again. Luckily it seemed that the passengers were young and had eyes that could work well enough in the Stygian gloom.
On another ride last week, a C bus broke down at University and Lake. Patiently we waited for a replacement. It eventually came but, instead of picking up where he had left off, the driver sped up E. Johnson. We passengers looked at one another in confusion. The driver turned down Ingersoll and took us to the bus barn at E. Washington where we waited even longer.
Although our patience was strained, we sat there quietly. For my part, I got some more reading done. After too long what we thought was an eastbound bus finally departed. But it only went a few blocks and dropped us off at Jenifer & Ingersoll and then went west. An eastbound C came after about 10 minutes and we were all on our way. But we were absolutely flummoxed as to why the eastbound bus had abandoned its route.
The lesson here is to catch a D bus, if possible, when your C bus is crippled.
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