The worst bus driver in the world

I met her today. She works on line 5 in Valdemoro (Madrid, SPAIN), “driving” from the train station to the place where I work.

Actually driving might be too much to describe what she does, ‘cos she just steers the driving wheel and…and that’s about it. The least professional driver around. I wonder how she got her license on the first place. I’m not trying to sound like an ass, but you should have been there. Incredible.

In a 10km run which took her around 25 mins she forgot closing the back door, opening it in another stop, she didnt stop in a bus stop and stopped forever in a roundabout waiting for someone to let her pass. She was running 30 mins late and still took her time to make 2 phone calls while taking her time to enjoy and taste a cig…I couldnt stop overhearing her saying she had a traffic accident the day before and wasnt going to speed over 40 today.

She didnt.

I dont know if i was the only one on the bus pissed off but i doubt it since we all were late for work today. The only good thing about getting on that bus was the moment you stepped off. What a relief!

I guess she just had a bad morning. Everyone has one every once in a while…but next time I hope not to get on her bus.

Songs & Moments

Its interesting how we associate certain songs with moments in our lives. It happens to me a lot. Happy times, past times…

Nirvana’s “Rape me” reminds me of summer in the states, Norah Jones’ “Sunrise” of the easy going afternoons in the first place i live when i moved out. I spent more than a month listening every single day 8h a day to the same Julieta Venegas’ first CD, so everytime i listen to any of the songs, i just cant stop picturing myself but sitting in the lab, trying to figure out a way for the equations to make sense with reality…

Many more to come, experiences and songs. Many more…

I dont know why i get in this mood when i listen to Norah…

…but i do.