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Not Nano Day 12
Nov. 14th, 2015 02:23 amMediocre: 1039 words for a cumulative total of 13,845.
This has been a hell week, though, and I had to go out to lunch at the pub yesterday and today in order to hold the hands of my work colleagues as we have lost some hugely valued people and are responding with a Blitz mentality of all being in it together and we will fucking lynch any looters (I'm lookig at you, ad department.)
So I do need to knock out something over 11,000 words this weekend including the Friday count, which I am too tired to type up tonight. It's possible. The forecast is for lots of rain ...
I did see the Greatest Ever Bus Hail yesterday. My work bestie and I were walking to our bus stp to come home and there were a young couple just ahead of us, he with a roller bag, she with a small backpack and white jacket. One of them shouted that they could see their bus pulling in. They started to run. At this point they were still about 80m from the stop.
Now they ran fast, and in New Zealand and much of the UK and Europe, their obvious effort would have been enough to guarantee them a bus driver who waited. But this is Sydney, where buses are mostly driven by people who are too misanthropic to work in HR or politics. And despite the fact that the young woman stepped out into and then ran down the bus lane waving at the bus to let it know they were coming, the driver let the last of the people already at the stop on, then closed the door and turned on his indicator to pull out.
'Oh no no no no no,' she shouted, and moved from running down the bus lane in the gutter to running down the bus lane in the centre of the lane with her arms outstretched doing her best Gandalf 'You shall not pass!'
It worked! The bus (which was both early and mostly empty), waited and the driver let them both on, while all of us who had watched applauded her determination and were very relieved that her belief in the technical safety of the bus lane (it's meant to be what it says on the label, so if the bus can't go, it should be empty or maybe have a bicycle) was borne out in the absence of the common Sydney arse driver who just leaps into bus lanes at will.
A nice man walking near us said, 'I wonder what she would have done if the bus had tried to go anyway?'
My friend shook her head. 'She wouldn't have let it, she'd have slashed the tyres.'
'She'd have leapt in the window and thrown on the handbrake,' I suggested.
'Someone would have paid,' he agreed.
The three of us walked on, sharing the knowledge that at least in one part of this dark city, there is a woman strong enough to make a Sydney Bus driver back down. And lucky enough to survive the experience.
This has been a hell week, though, and I had to go out to lunch at the pub yesterday and today in order to hold the hands of my work colleagues as we have lost some hugely valued people and are responding with a Blitz mentality of all being in it together and we will fucking lynch any looters (I'm lookig at you, ad department.)
So I do need to knock out something over 11,000 words this weekend including the Friday count, which I am too tired to type up tonight. It's possible. The forecast is for lots of rain ...
I did see the Greatest Ever Bus Hail yesterday. My work bestie and I were walking to our bus stp to come home and there were a young couple just ahead of us, he with a roller bag, she with a small backpack and white jacket. One of them shouted that they could see their bus pulling in. They started to run. At this point they were still about 80m from the stop.
Now they ran fast, and in New Zealand and much of the UK and Europe, their obvious effort would have been enough to guarantee them a bus driver who waited. But this is Sydney, where buses are mostly driven by people who are too misanthropic to work in HR or politics. And despite the fact that the young woman stepped out into and then ran down the bus lane waving at the bus to let it know they were coming, the driver let the last of the people already at the stop on, then closed the door and turned on his indicator to pull out.
'Oh no no no no no,' she shouted, and moved from running down the bus lane in the gutter to running down the bus lane in the centre of the lane with her arms outstretched doing her best Gandalf 'You shall not pass!'
It worked! The bus (which was both early and mostly empty), waited and the driver let them both on, while all of us who had watched applauded her determination and were very relieved that her belief in the technical safety of the bus lane (it's meant to be what it says on the label, so if the bus can't go, it should be empty or maybe have a bicycle) was borne out in the absence of the common Sydney arse driver who just leaps into bus lanes at will.
A nice man walking near us said, 'I wonder what she would have done if the bus had tried to go anyway?'
My friend shook her head. 'She wouldn't have let it, she'd have slashed the tyres.'
'She'd have leapt in the window and thrown on the handbrake,' I suggested.
'Someone would have paid,' he agreed.
The three of us walked on, sharing the knowledge that at least in one part of this dark city, there is a woman strong enough to make a Sydney Bus driver back down. And lucky enough to survive the experience.
