Sunny day, Los Angeles.
While riding along Fairfax I am sitting in between two old people on the 217 bus. Near the front of the bus the seats are reserved for handicapped and the elderly. Most people abide by these rules and head to the back of the bus in order to give their seat to someone who really needs it. On this day as we reach the corner of fairfax and Beverly near CBS Television City several elderly folk attempt to board the bus. I give up my comfy seats between two older gentlemen for a sweet old grandmother.
I stand and hold the rope like contraption hanging from the horizontal bar above my head. I see that the seats reserved are already full of people as this little old lady from Pasadena (not sure where she was really from but you know the song) boards and only has enough room to stand right up front and hold the vertical pole near the driver. I can see from a distance she has several .99 cent store bags taking her attention away from the actual ride she is on. Then suddenly.................someone cuts off the bus and the driver is forced to slam on the breaks and come to a screeching stop! the little old lady from Pasadena quickly loses her grip and goes flying forward towards the coin machine next to the driver. The force is so great with this one she actually leaves her feet and crashes like a WWF (I'm old School) wrestler into the turnbuckle.
The gasp for air overcomes the front of the bus as we are all subjected to viewing this scene without time to react. When the bus stops and everyone gathers themselves i leap forward to help this little old lady up. I was scared she was hurt severely. As I raise her to her feet she pulls her hair out of her face and looks me in the eye. I swear she says"Is this my stop?"
I almost shit my pants...
