Now all my readers know about my battles with my arch-nemesis the Post Office, but my second nemesis is the public transport system in Genoa, AMT. Not so much for the usual aches and pains of public transport (late buses, packed in like sardines), but for the random magnet it turns me into for the weird and the absurd … and the crazies.
There was the time I got punched by a psychopath while I was taking the bus to meet with hubby, and the time that the bus driver decided to duke it out with a passenger (and totally got his butt kicked). And then when I was hit by a bus….But this evening’s adventure takes the cake in oddness.
First off the bus driver thought he was Mario Andretti running on a Formula 1 track, and zig-zagged between cars like a madman, clearly in a rush to finish his shift and go home.
Well, he passed a car pulled over to the side of the road just a little too close for comfort, and the driver went berserk. He zipped past the bus, crossing over into the opposite lane, honking his horn and screaming at the bus driver. And for a brief moment, I sympathized with the guy, I mean the bus could have taken him out, it was big and the car was small. The car went by and I thought nothing of it.
Then the driver pulled up to the next stop, let on some people, closed the doors and started to pull away. I looked over and saw this guy running up to the bus, like he was trying to catch it at the last second. He ran up to the glass door and smashed it with what appeared to be a big rock or piece of concrete, shattering the glass door. And then he just ran back to his car and drove off!
Thank goodness the glass was shatterproof!
I think this time it was a combo of bus rage meets road rage – the nutcases are everywhere!! And they’re all out to get me!