Redemption with a Small R

If you’ve ever had a grumpy day, I think this post will help you.

If you don’t know what I mean by a grumpy day, I truly envy you. A grumpy day is when things in the universe conspire to make you angry or frustrated or bothered.  It isn’t a depressing day, just an annoying one.

It didn’t start out as a grumpy day. It started out quite well with my cat sleeping on me as I awoke under my warm covers.  I had a wonderfully hot shower and the kink in my neck seemed to disappear.  I had time to drink multiple cups of coffee and watch a bit of Sumo on the computer.  I got in a decent breakfast, had time to shovel the sidewalk, and even managed to cobble a relatively healthy lunch together to take to work.  Not a bad day at all.

So, where did it all start? Sadly, it was the bus.  I boarded the bus and it was eerily quiet.  I didn’t remark on it, but wondered why the bus wasn’t moving.  Suddenly the bus driver walked back towards where I was sitting and started say that someone (I thought for a moment that it could have been me) had to get off the bus.  What followed was a shouting match with incredible profanity and racism that I haven’t heard since the woman with tourette syndrome stopped riding the bus (I kid you not).  Having seen this person before, I think that there are some mental health issues at play that got him thrown off the bus.  Having watched the bus driver take furtive glances out the back window, I know he had called someone.  I only hope that the man in question would get some help.

Once he left the bus the eerie quietness turned into a talk fest for the loud people at the back of the bus. It got so bad that I couldn’t concentrate on my book, and my headphones were inadequate to the task of drowning them out.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, slow walkers clogged up every lane I took, indoors and out. If I stepped left to get around them, they shaded left and cut me off.  If sped up to overtake, so did they.  When I slowed to a snails pace to let them get ahead, suddenly they forgot how to walk.

When later explaining this to someone, they wondered why I could get so peeved. None of these things were under my control and therefore they shouldn’t bother me they explained. As true as that is, these events still bothered me and I can’t explain them away..  That is what I call a grumpy day.

The early moment of mild redemption for this crummy day happened after I was out of the subway and walking to work. People were still crisscrossing in front of me and stopping abruptly.  I had to walk through a construction area so overtaking people without colliding with concrete barricades and chain link fencing was basically impossible. The sun was shining but I wasn’t enjoying it.

I finally felt like I had cleared the crowd and was starting to loosen up. Suddenly a couple in front of me veered right across my path heading for the public garbage can in spite of the fact that the sidewalk was generously wide at that point.  I nearly crashed right into the person.  Had the ground been a little slippery or I a bit faster, it would have ended in tears.

I don’t know whether I grunted, or sighed, or if she could hear my eyes roll (amazing how loud that can be when peeved) but she stopped and said “Sorry sir.” I am not great at guessing people’s ages, but I suspected that they were older than I and therefore the “sir” took me quite by surprise.

I walked the rest of the way to work in a bit of a fog of relaxing and laughing.

Sadly the full redemption would have to wait for my trip home and a better than average ride on the subway and bus because after stepping onto the elevator, my fellow passengers pressed all the buttons to the floors before mine. Sadly, though, as the door opened on each floor, not a soul got out.  That’s right, they pressed the buttons for no reason I could understand.  We visited every floor for no reason at all.


About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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2 Responses to Redemption with a Small R

  1. Hunida says:

    Oops! I call people “sir” all of the time especially when I am apologizing for bumping into them. I didn’t know it made men feel old! Lol. I thought it was respectful… 😛

    & even on a non-grumpy day… the elevator bit would have made me so annoyed!

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