Upon my arrival to the bus stop to catch the 8:15 bus I was briefed- the 7:45 bus never came. There were approximately 25 people waiting at the stop at 8:30 someone called the bus company. The bus was stuck and couldn’t get unstuck, they didn’t know when it would come. We all looked at each other and decided to start walking. Dedication.
It was like March of the Penguins, all of us waddling along. Sometimes walking in the street sometimes walking on the grass, avoiding the ice if we could. Our cell of 12 grew as we passed other bus stops informing them of the situation. And some jokester would quip, “They want us to push the bus.” Soon we had about 18 and we kept walking. We were warned to avoid a particular steep driveway, several people wiped out on the slope. The hill was covered with discarded personal items. It was as if people were climbing Everest and jettisoned belongings just to make it. A pencil here, a coffee mug there. What usually takes 10 minutes to walk took twice that amount. The sound of futile spinning tires sped through the air. We would wait for each other if one person wiped out and cautioning each other unexpected ice was found. I do like the sense of community poor weather fosters.
I’m curious to know what my trip home will look like.
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