Wednesday, September 10, 2008

My Trip on the Special Bus

It felt weird. I was strapped in tight. Joe waved at the door. For all the world it seemed like he was sending 'little Davy' off to school on his first day. Yep, I was being carted to work in wheelchair accessible transit. I was on the special bus. Over the years I've had dealings with WheelTrans, and was prepared for anything. But I got a nice driver and a smooth ride.

Years ago I gave a lecture at the University of Victoria in the very lecture hall I'd taken my first psych class from Dr. Pam Duncan. It was a huge hall and I sat up near the back. Now giving the lecture, rather than attending one, I looked up and saw the seat where I always sat. I had a huge realization. The professor could see me. Somehow I thought I was invisble up there, but I wasn't. Wow.

It was the same experience being in the bus. It was like people didn't think I could see them. They could see me, stare at me, react to me, but there wasn't conciousness that I could see them back. Now, tobesure, most people didn't notice either the bus or me sitting in it. But those that did, DID. Some looked faintly annoyed, like I was personally reaching into their pocket and taking out tax dollars. Others stared like they'd never seen a fat guy in a chair before. A few others smiled and waved as if across a border, from their land to mine.

OK.

What was really cool was the fact that I rode so high. I now saw what truckers see when they look down into cars. I saw a woman using a laptop while driving. DRIVING. I saw a man shaving, wet shaving, a blade, in a car. Right. But the big thing, well it wasn't actually big, I saw this guy in a very fancy car playing with himself as he drove by. I can now say with some certainty that there really is a reason for some men to buy big cars. What a trip!!

We took an odd route to get to work as we had to pick up another passenger. She turned out to be a very elderly Chinese woman with a very expensiver looking walker. She had her name written in bold letters on the seat of the walker and when she sat down on the bus I could hear the exhaustion of the walk in her chest. But she looked up at me and smiled.

I arrived in plenty of time for work. The driver gave me, as a first time rider, a series of helpful tips for booking rides and for ensuring timeliness. As he was unstrapping me I said, "Did you see the guy in the car ..."

"Today was nothing sir, nothing," he said.

Well, well, well, I'm going to get to know Toronto, raw.

5 comments:

Kei said...

Oh, wow... that was nothing he said?!? I'm sure your new view on the world from a higher spot will mean some interesting blogs to come! LOL

Caroline said...

Take a camera! Not only can you photograph the people who stare at you, at this rate you will have a bestselling coffee table book by Christmas - "View from The Wheelchair Bus" - it's a winner!

luvmypeanut said...

ROTFL!!! Honestly, when I said "man you need to get a grip" that wasn't what I had in mind!!!

I can't wait for stories from the next trip!

theknapper said...

All I can think of is that children's song, "The people in the bus go up & down"......except it's "The man in the car......"
Excuse me I'm abit punchy....looking forward to reading more of your adventures!

Shan said...

I used to see some very peculiar things riding transit in Victoria for years. I don't think I ever saw any masturbation though - or if I did it was going on through clothes which I'm sure is still not very safe.

Anyway.