This is where I need Dolce’s T-shirt. Because I am soooo blogging this. So there I am minding my own
business, when there is a loud *BANG*. OK, in my part of Seattle, unfortunately, loud bangs are not unusual. A bit later, I took Friday out for her constitutional. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? A bus accident. Why don’t you ever have a camera when you need one?
So I turned around and went back to the building to get my camera, because the cops weren’t even there yet. Although I think every supervisor Metro had on duty was. And discovered that I had put on the “wrong” pants. My keys were in my other pants. Oh, shit.
Luckily, just as I got to the door, the Deaf Guy was coming out of the elevator. I waved at him and he came and opened the security door. He likes me because I at least know how to sign “Thank You.”
Up in the elevator, and knock at my neighbor’s door, the one who has my key for just such emergencies. And she’s all ready for bed. Even though the sun isn’t down yet. Grab my keys, grab my
camera card out of the card reader, grab camera, and out we go.
And now we come to my question. What, you didn’t see the fucking bus? How can you not see a bus? Not only that, but it looks like the car was going fast enough that it pushed the bus over the center line on impact. How do you do that stopped at a stop light? Um…unless the bus was trying to squeak through
a red light, and you saw it turn green while still moving and punched it. Anyway, I think you both got a lot of ‘splaining to do.
In case it isn’t clear, the car’s wheel well is hung up in the bus’s bumper. Ok, I’ve had a few accidents in my time, but I’ve avoided hitting buses. And now you know a little more about my neighborhood. TMI?