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Because of all the upcoming budget cuts with Trimet, and recent postings, I’m chiming in.
I’ve been told that I wanted to become a bus driver when I was growing up because they knew where everyone lived. I no longer have that ambition and never had it while growing up.
I remember a family member saying they loved the familiarity and consistency of seeing the same people everyday. When they didn’t see them, they thought something was wrong.
I, on the other hand get aggravated by seeing the same people. And I’ll say it’s a general “vibe” feeling. You know, just some things about the way a person will look at me, or a certain demeanor, or character trait that I pick up on. All the while I try to read and keep my head down the whole time, but you know how that goes.
There’s, Mr. Frankenhead who sits in the same spot. Mr. Masked up, fast and hyper walking Engineer man. Mr LookieLou, round construction man. On and on.
And why oh so MF help me why, everytime I sit in a corner at the back of the bus, or the first seats up front, someone will no doubt sit opposite me in the side seats. ALL THE MF TIME. It’s creepy. It’s weird, and not good kinda Portland weird. Then I look up, and they’re just staring at me. Or I look up, and there heads turned 90 degrees to look towards the front of the bus. Why don’t you just sit facing forward!!!? And yes, there was many other seats available for them to sit before they chose to sit where they could just stare at me.—Anonymous