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Kindness.

Kindness.

When you take public transport you see a lot of weird, questionable and crazy things. With that said you also see a lot of really great things. Vancouver is a hard place to meet people and make friends but I find it is a very friendly city full of really kind people.

Just last week I was waiting to take the bus home when I noticed two women chatting. From the looks of it, it appeared to be two old friends catching up after a long day. One woman was sharing her frozen cherries and asking her if she wanted her unopened smoothie drink. Although, after listing to the conversation they were two strangers who had shared a love for frozen cherries. The one woman was kind enough to share her food and drink with someone she didn’t know, simply because she wanted to.
The bus came and everyone got on, the two women said goodbye to each other and took different seats. The one woman who was sharing her food didn’t end up bringing a bag big enough for all of her items and things kept falling to the floor. A nice young man pointed out she dropped something and handed it back to her. After a few moments, she had dropped her bag of frozen cherries. She then picked up every last frozen cherry she dropped and took her seat again. Another older Asian woman had taken out a plastic bag from her purse and handed it to her.

When your car breaks down on a busy street, it’s never a good thing. Especially if it’s on Burrard St and Dunsmuir St, at 5:00pm on a Friday and you’re an older women of about 70 years old.
Many people walked past her car parked in the cross walk, on the corner, but also in the bus lane. After about 5 minutes a man came and asked if she needed help. She did, her car stopped working and she didn’t know what to do. This man then got her to put her car in neutral, and began pushing the car up the street to Melville St and out of the traffic. Three other men came to help this guy out in pushing the car up and out-of-the-way.

I see small acts of kindness and large ones all over the city. Like the many people who give up their seat on the bus or train to someone in need or that small child who wants to look out the window. Or the person who picks up a dropped shoe for a mom instead of walking over it. Holding open a door for someone simply because you can.

Vancouver is a great place to live and it has its moments of crazy on public transport but its reasons like these that I actually enjoy taking the bus.

All the best,
Bailey B.

Transit

The Skytrain.

I feel that you should know that I do not drive and as a result public transportation is my best friend when it comes to moving around the city. As I posted last week about my adventures on the bus I have had a few more on the skytrain.

Now, I’m used to being approached by strangers, having obscure conversations with them and having random things said to me. Here are a few of my true stories of taking the skytrain in Vancouver.

This took place on a Sunday morning, waiting for the skytrain at 29th ave. I got approached by a fellow redhead to and I quote “Hook up and keep the race alive among the reds”. I remember telling him it was too early for this shit and walked further down the platform away from him.

Picture Joey from friends and how he says “how you doing?!” in the way that he does. Now picture a creepy old man coming up to you saying that. Now picture me awkwardly walked away from him, hands outstretched and making a cringing face.

You sometimes find yourself standing between two strangers and somehow get caught up in things. This time I was just simply standing in the wrong spot on the train. Cue racist Italian singer belting out some Italian lyrics. How do I know he was racist? Well another passenger speaks Italian and called him out on it. Ensure argument with me in the middle of the two. Oh public transport early in the morning, I enjoy you and I hate you at the same time.

I find that when you take any sort of public transportation you end up seeing the same people week after week around the same time of day. You start to smile at them, work up to a good morning and how are you. This is a normal thing for anyone who isn’t me because I try to stick to my coffee, my newspaper or my phone because it could eventually lead to inappropriate conversations or see some weird things. I swear I’m not being rude, I’m just cautious first thing in the morning.

But sometimes it’s when you are coming home from work and you’ve stopped off at the grocery store. I had kept running into the same guy all over the store and kept smiling in the way you do when this happens to you. This does happen to people other than myself right? Well, who shows up well I’m waiting for the skytrain? None other than grocery man! He too was on his way home. This guy then proceeded to tell me that he could make use of my strawberries tonight if I wanted to follow him home for dinner. I declined and moved away from him.

I wish I could tell you that these are it for my transit adventures but they aren’t. I have many more and I’m sure many more will happen to me at some point.

I hope you got some enjoyment out of them because looking back I do!

All the best,
Bailey B.

Transit

The Bus.

As I posted last Monday about my lovely ride to work let me tell you about past encounters with some lovely transit folk on the bus. As a result of some of these, it’s part of the reason I tend to avoid the bus after dark, or whenever I can when I’m by myself. These have actually happened to me over the last 7 years of Living in Vancouver. I couldn’t make these up if I tried.

One time I was waiting for the 250 horseshoe bay bus to get to Park Royal, where I was working at the time, in downtown Vancouver. Now if you have ever visited downtown Vancouver, you would know its very business dress for a weekday. So it’s about 7:45 in the morning, people are moving about and I’m engrossed in my phone so I’m not paying attention to the world around me. I did notice a guy sit down right next to me on the bench and use the seat to his right for his gym bag. He was wearing blue sweatpants. I think nothing other than “You ass hat, someone else could sit there, does your bag really need that seat?” Not thinking “Why is this guy wearing sweatpants in downtown Vancouver on a weekday?” instead. I went back to my phone, shortly after this man sat down. Not even a minute later this girl came over and said to me “You want to stand over with me”.

Turns out the ass hat had started masturbating right next to me at the bus stop.

Probably the reason he was wearing sweatpants, easy access and cover up. I’m still really grossed out that had happened but so glad I didn’t see anything, thank the holy heavens, and that random girl was there to be my hero.

There was that one time I got told my boobs were offensively large and they should be covered up. Now if you know me, I try to NOT have my ladies hanging out. But the icing on the cake was that this came from a lady not wearing a bra, in a very gross and dirty top that left NOTHING to the imagination.

Then there was that time I was going to take the bus to a friend’s place. Well waiting for my bus to show up I somehow managed to get hit on and see a guy take a poop on a bench. Fun fact: Same guy.

Or there was the time that I got called out for being a devil worshiper because I chose to be a redhead. Being a natural redhead, this happens more often than I like to care for. Although this story is the reason one of my good friends and I have the nicknames Spawn and Witness. But I’ll get into that on another day because that needs to be its own post.

Now mind you this is just what has happened to me on the bus, never mind whats happened on the skytrain.

All the best,
Bailey B.

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Well, it was Monday after all.

Its becoming clear to me that public transportation and myself don’t mix.

Lets take this mornings ride to work.

I’ve managed to make it off the skytrain and am now on my walk to work. A group of people, myself included, where waiting to cross a busy street. Hooray cross walks!

Enter crazy guy.

He starts yelling at two guys in front of us to move, cross the street, NOW! When you clearly can’t because well, cars. The crazy guy then starts calling them and I will quote him here “Police perverts”. Then goes on how they need to get out of his way and cross the street. Mind you the light hasn’t changed and you can’t cross the street. Again because cars. It seems that no one is going to say anything, so I spoke up. I told him to leave these two alone, which looking back I can see why everyone else didn’t. He goes on to say and I quote “looking is not seeing”. Then goes on rant how I need to really see people for what they are.

Well I’m sorry sir, but I see that you are crazy. I didn’t need to look more into that.

Light changes, everyone crosses and the crazy guy continues to go on how looking is not seeing and people should just keep their mouth shut this early in the morning.

All I can say is, Thank the heavenly gods for good strong coffee.

I would love to tell you this is a once in a blue moon occurrence for me, but alas, this happens more often than I’d like to admit. I’m almost certain that the color of my hair is the reason for such crazy adventures with transit. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.

All the best,
Bailey B.