Lately my Perfect Moments seem a little out of whack. They are still Perfect, but they seem to be a little different than usual. Today is no exception.
I had had a decent bus ride. It wasn’t great, but the loud guy who busks at the subway station, didn’t find anyone to talk at (yes, I actually mean at) so even he was quiet and subdued.
I was quite a way into the sixth book of the Dresden Files on my Kobo, and having a decent ride. The bus didn’t seem particularly slow and things were moving along. I was feeling a little sleepy as we got to my town and the first of its four bus stops. I am usually tired by this point in the day and didn’t think much of it. I put my head back into the book and tried to power to the end of the chapter. Suddenly, the wave of sleepiness seemed stronger.
Knowing I had only two more stops, I decided to put the Kobo away. I looked around the bus and didn’t see any familiar faces. After riding the bus for many years, this was quite a feat.
We got to the stop before mine. As we started to move off, I reached for the signal button. I waited until the digital sign at the front of the bus showed my stop. This was unnecessary, but some part of me thinks that is important. Other people press the button before we have even left the stop, but that isn’t me. Maybe it just isn’t official until I see that sign.
I pressed the button and relaxed. Between me and my stop there was only one traffic light. I figure I am about 50/50 on making the light and not making the light. It can be frustrating, but sometimes catching a red light just before my stop is good. It gives me the chance to walk to the front of the bus and get near the exit without having to contend with a moving bus.
Everything seemed great. So, where did it all almost go horribly wrong? One minute I am pressing the button for my stop, wondering if we are going to make the light. The next, I am sprinting up from my seat and racing towards the front door. I can’t be sure, but I suspect that the bus driver was smirking at me.
In a short space of time, I managed to nod off and start dreaming. Yes, I was dreaming. The details of that dream are gone now, but I know I was dreaming.
What would missing my stop have meant? It would have meant either an uninteresting walk back to my stop or a long uninteresting wait at the bus stop for a bus coming back the other way. I am so glad I woke up with enough presence of mind to get off the bus.