Incident on the Road #2s and 3

I commute on the express bus, the one that zips down Lake Shore in no time flat in the mornings. This particular morning, as I'm grooving to a little old skool Ani DiFranco behind my hugeacious hollywood-tabloid-starlet sunglasses, the bus (zooming along most likely above the speed limit) jerks to such a quick stop I slam my arm into the seat in front of me (slightly tender, no bruise to speak of). We're stopped for a moment. People mumble and look searchingly up toward the front in the way they do when they want to know what's going on but don't want to ask. The lights go off. The bus turns off. The bus turns on. We keep going again, slowly. Remember we're on Lake Shore in morning traffic here. The bus grunts and jerks again. We pull over. Bus off. Bus on. We tremble and shake down to the Michigan Ave. exit and then everyone is made to get off, the bus is out of service. Not a good way to start the day.

LATER THAT DAY...

4 pm, I'm waiting at the bus stop for the express back hom. 4:15, I finally get on one. I board at Michigan and Randolph. At Michigan and Lake, the bus stops, makes a whining noise. The driver gets off and inspects something or other, then gets back on at the back door and tells us all, you've guessed it, get off, the bus is out of service.

Two in one day. That's some kind of bad bus karma.