A blinding light....

On my first outbound trip this evening I wanted to start off on the 'good foot' and be on time...set the tone for the rest of the night...normally I trail well behind the other buses so that we don't all bunch up at the bus stop.....people get totally confused trying find their bus #...and themselves.
Today I went with the flow...and was third in line, behind two other articulating 60' as myself, when I got to the traffic light at Royal Brougham, ....only two 60' buses at a time can full into the bus zone around the corner...so I waited until one pulled out. Before I took the corner...as I pulled up behind the other bus..I took careful note of the nervous walker...pacing about...cell phone at his ear...puffing away on a cig...and cussing up a storm...two ton back pack aboard...he was just going off at someone on the other end of the line...
Just as I opened the door to let people off and on...I caught his attention...and after he rudely shoved a lady out of the way...he began to hurl some expletives in my direction...and had one foot on the step..the cell phone no doubt still engaged...but no longer of any concern...held like a club...I was now his focus.
In plain sight...I flipped the clip open on my seat belt..and placed my right foot in attack mode...he noticed...took his foot off the step...and changed his tone...we were now making eye full eye contact.
I was waiting....tap...tap...tap...
A few more expletives...this guy had them down pat...no doubt about it.
'I have been here for over one F%$#ing hour...and no 194 to the airport...WTF!...you people are morons!...thank God I am leaving this dump (mmmmm?...online date did not think he was worth much either...is my thinking...LOL!)'
'I am about to miss my flight because you MF-ing people can't keep a schedule!...F$^^*!'
My calm...matter of fact reply was calculated...I had a secret he is dying to know...but I had to deliver it just right...just right!
...'Sir...I think you need to invest in a pair of glasses!'...and I added a pleasant smile at the end of the statement.
Wow!...what was I thinking...adding insult to injury....
More expletives...FU...MF...
While he was going off on this current tirade...I was doing a slow 10 count...I wanted to be sure that when he calmed and I answered...he got his JUST reward!So I made resounding eye contact, and lifted a finger in the universal...stick a pin in it!
He bit off his last word and waited...and I did a slight upward head nudge forward...sort of like pointing with my chin at the bus directly in front of us....'Sir! I SAID that...to say this (I am still stalling for the perfect moment)....the bus in front of us is a 194..and it' the last express of the evening to the airport...'I continued...still letting him eat my words...'...the one that took off as I approached...was a 174...the local...which also goes...'I did not get a chance to finish...he spun on his heels and began waving his hand in the air like he just don't care!....No!...wait?..that's something else...he does care.....cause he was shouting the anthem of the confused bus soul....'Hay!-Hay!-Hay!....'Perfect timing...the bus in front of me took off...and I was hoping it was being driven by one of those drivers who don't wait for stragglers..Yep!...he was out of here without pause!
And i was laughing within...and to deliver the maximum punchline...I closed my door...and as i took of...I was very precise in how I turn my head to the left....way to the left...so that I would not see when he turned back to me in frustration...to fan me down...
I surely know his type...he would jump on...and shout and cuss at me to....'Catch that F^#$in' bus down!'
'Catch this!...Jack!' was what I was saying in my mind...and laughing inside like crazy!
The passengers heard and saw everything...and as I glanced back in the mirror...I could see a few relieved faces...that bum would have been no peach to ride with...One guy clapped and laughed out loud...a few people smiled openly...the other eased back in their seats...and settled in for the ride...
Priceless!
New day...same old dollar from yesterday...I am no longer surprised...or shell shocked!

Had an Oriental guy on the night before...
He got on in the middle of no-where...so I knew he got tossed off a bus somewhere out there...
On cue...he started the routine (they all think it's so original)...'the pat down'...
Where they pat and feel every pocket and inch of the clothes they have on....seeking the illusive...'lost bus transfer!'
This guy was so well rehearsed at it...I just know he put a few more holes in his pockets...cause he dug so deep...ha-ha-ha!
Finally...he realizes I was not paying any attention...in my mind I was saying...'Bozo!...any time now....get out of my grill...go grab a seat...and enjoy your 'free' ride...'
He was not satisfied!....he did not think he was convincing enough...and probably think I would put him off at the next stop...like the last guy....jeez!...it's after 12 at night...and he was already shivering like a mangy dog....Please!
So in his best...I don't know any English Vietnamese...he began to let spittle fly at me in explanation....
Oh great...'Crouching tiger, hidden dragon....'
I was not in the mood...this is my last trip...
So I laid some of my 'jamaicanize' on him...and pointed a thumb in the direction he need to go...when it dawned on him finally...that I did not care....
He wordlessly went and sat down.
funny...when he got off....he gave me a thousand bows...and thank you's!
Go figure.