Bus Brawl (almost)

No baby yet. It looks like he’ll be a 2009er. We’re more ready than ever for him to come though. I’ve been doing lots of bouncing and rolling on my new baby ball, and get out and go walking in the beautiful weather we’re having. Nearly all of the ice in our parking lot is melted by now from the 50 degree weather. It’s nice. :o) The only downfall to doing all this is that my ankles are turning into cankles! They are super swollen and I feel like an old lady. That’s no fun.

Dan has a story to tell about riding the bus in Denver.

I ride the public transit buses and trains in Denver o commute to work. It’s often an adventure. The route I take is very convenient for me to get to work. It goes through diverse parts of Denver. The main street on the route has mainly Latin and some Vietnamese stores and businesses. I’m a minority on the bus. It’s fun to listen to others and experience the different cultures and languages (I much prefer foreign to foul).

Once, going home from work, a man got on and promptly fell asleep on the people beside him. It takes about 45 minutes to get to my stop and he never woke up. I tried to wake him, worried he’d miss his stop. I couldn’t make him stir. I realized he was probably on drugs. I told the bus driver and she stopped. We both tried to wake him. I started shaking him and he finally woke-angry. He didn’t know where he was going and got off at my stop. Our neighborhood isn’t bad though.

Yesterday, on the way home, a crazy drunk man got on the bus and yelled at everyone. He swore very severely. After a few minutes, he came and sat up front near me. I had been watching him to make sure he wasn’t bothering the women and children. He screamed nasty things at a woman and stood up to go back to her, and I turned to see if I needed to intervene. A short man came forward and began pushing the drunk man forward, but the drunk man pushed back and was much bigger. The shorter guy braced himself with the hand rails. I stood to help him and put out my hand on the drunk guy to push him and he seemed to give a little. He was yelling for the driver to call the cops. The driver finally stopped. The short man pushed the drunk man out of the bus. The driver had to yell at the drunk man as he tried to come back on the bus. He shut the doors as the drunk man slammed on the bus and we drove away.

I couldn’t do anything but think about what happened and what could’ve happened if a fight had started. I was amazed how I didn’t think about doing anything, but just did it. If the two men had started fighting I would’ve jumped in without a thought. I’m so glad nothing too bad happened (for everyone).