Bus Stop Refugee

It snowed enough to stick last night, so there we were - masses of bus stop refugees taking to the streets because walking down a steep, slippery hill beat standing at a stop waiting for two hours.

I love snow. I love Seattle. But I am so fucking tired of "it's just Seattle, you have to expect it" as an excuse for shoddy transit service due to one half of one inch of snow on the ground. I'm so fucking tired of people stampeding onto buses and off of buses and generally stinking. I'm so fucking tired of drivers being jackasses about it all, when they know damned well the longer one stands out in cold (for here) weather the more likely one is to be McBitchy about any little thing. Like a driver shutting the goddamned door on someone. Like seeing multiple "to terminal" empty buses zipping around while we're huddled like cattle at 4th and Pike, where the wind blows up from the bay like an icy, invasive hand.

It's not that I care if I'm an hour late for work, really. It's the dealing with all the other people out there I hate.