(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Dear Mrs. Super Commuter

If circumstances led to me becoming a superhero I’d definitely consider taking on, “bus ESP,” as my superpower-of-choice.  Because it’s exhausting, really, all of the mental energy that’s spent on bus-related things (getting to the bus, catching the bus, having a quiet, efficient ride, making the next bus.)  This afternoon I had to go to the bank so I decided to ride to Bank of America at Western and Fuller before continuing downtown.  I knew that the timing would be tight: if I could get on the shuttle at work no later than 5:17 and traffic was non-existent, we’d be at Crossgates to catch the #10 that leaves around 5:25.  Another #10 usually comes a few minutes later so I figured once I’d made it on to the earlier bus I could hop off, do my banking, and catch the next without too much trouble.  Of course I freaked out the entire way, thinking I’d wind up spending forty minutes in the cold, or the ATM would be out of order, or I’d spontaneously combust while trying to wave my hand at the exact right spot that opens the bus’s back door and no one would notice and the bus would keep going and someone would step over my ashes and steal my purse.  As a testament to the power of my obsessing, things actually went pretty smoothly.  I got off at the bank and waited patiently at the drive-up ATM while three people in cars went ahead of me.  I completed my transaction and walked back to the bus shelter where I had just enough time to listen to a whole song (‘Phantom Limb’) which I sang out loud at the top of my lungs.  Then the next #10 came trundling around the corner at Creo and I got home well within the normal window.  Not exactly superhero business but…