The bus


I was waiting for the bus on Brockton Avenue in Riverside (in a dream). I knew I needed to get to my old high school, Poly, but I didn't know which bus line to take. I was trying to look up the information on my iPod but not getting anywhere with the slow interface.

I was talking to three girls who were also waiting for the bus. They were slightly intimidating and talking tough. One of them told me she went to Lincoln Continuation High School where all the delinquents are sent. I'm like, "so did I!" They were amazed because I was a nicely dressed older white lady but we talked some more and I tried to explain how I left high school without a degree but later spent years in community college making up for lost time before finally graduating from U.C.R. with a degree in math.

The bus came and I let everyone else get on before me. The driver looked at me and I asked does this bus go near Poly? She said, "Yeah, get on."

So I went up the first two steps and she closed the door behind me. It was a very tight fit. I asked her, "what's the fare?"

She said, "2 dollars."

I started rooting through my bag and trying to find the money but what a mess. There were crumpled bills (all high and strange denominations like 48 dollars.) Then bits and pieces like receipts and play bills. I found a  very large round metal coin but it was not from the U.S. I shared that with everyone else on the bus. Finally I found a dollar bill and straightened it out then looked at the fare box.

The fare box made no sense. There was no writing on the box and the slots, of which there were many, were all too small for the bill. I finally asked the bus driver and she looked at it, then opened it up. Broken. So call the repairman and pull the bus to the side of the road till the fare box was fixed.

I felt embarrassed that I was holding everyone else up.

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