Dear Sir
Today I was at the corner of X and Y street, at a designated stop on your route. You were running late. That's understandable. It was rush hour, after all. However, I would like to politely inquire as to the logic behind your decision to look right at me and just keep on going.
Perhaps I was in the wrong. Perhaps you don't actually stop at that stop, although the bus stop sign has your route number on it. Maybe the city forgot to change the sign when routes changed last spring. If so, I am sorry.
But maybe it was something else. Maybe you saw my suit and wheelie and thought I was a yuppie environmentalist taking public transport to be "green" and could afford a cab home. That fancy suit is a work uniform, provided (and paid for) by my employer. Also, I don't have a "home" per se. My husband and I live in a hotel, because my salary didn't cover rent last month.
I take public transit because I can't afford a car. My wheeled bag is a knockoff from WalMart and it doesn't have the latest tablet computer in it. Instead, it has a raincoat, snacks, sunscreen, water, and a change of clothes. I carry those things with me because I don't want to get soaked or the sun to turn me into a lobster while I wait for the bus to arrive. Nor do I want to get dehydrated or dizzy from hypoglycemia. My urban survival gear came in handy today, since I was out 2 hours longer than I anticipated.
I hope you sleep well tonight, because I got home so late, I sure won't be.
Today I was at the corner of X and Y street, at a designated stop on your route. You were running late. That's understandable. It was rush hour, after all. However, I would like to politely inquire as to the logic behind your decision to look right at me and just keep on going.
Perhaps I was in the wrong. Perhaps you don't actually stop at that stop, although the bus stop sign has your route number on it. Maybe the city forgot to change the sign when routes changed last spring. If so, I am sorry.
But maybe it was something else. Maybe you saw my suit and wheelie and thought I was a yuppie environmentalist taking public transport to be "green" and could afford a cab home. That fancy suit is a work uniform, provided (and paid for) by my employer. Also, I don't have a "home" per se. My husband and I live in a hotel, because my salary didn't cover rent last month.
I take public transit because I can't afford a car. My wheeled bag is a knockoff from WalMart and it doesn't have the latest tablet computer in it. Instead, it has a raincoat, snacks, sunscreen, water, and a change of clothes. I carry those things with me because I don't want to get soaked or the sun to turn me into a lobster while I wait for the bus to arrive. Nor do I want to get dehydrated or dizzy from hypoglycemia. My urban survival gear came in handy today, since I was out 2 hours longer than I anticipated.
I hope you sleep well tonight, because I got home so late, I sure won't be.
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