98

The sun and clear blue sky were bright and full of the promise of a beautiful spring today as I stood at the 98 B-Line stop this morning and waited for the bus to pull up.

One thing I discovered early on here about the public transport, is that instead of listing arrival times for each bus in Vancouver and having to deal with Penny Random when she becomes irate at the 5-minute delay, Translink simply doesn't display a schedule.. It's somewhat annoying when you're in a hurry, but at least it doesn't get your hopes up.
Good times.

I stood on the curb, absent-mindedly fiddling with the earphones in my pocket as I listened to a story about travel in Britain.
My mind was somewhat distanced. I was listening, but thinking about other things.
I hate it when that happens.

Something the other night shook me up a little, and it was still running through my head. Over and again, it reached the end, then skip back to the start like a scratched 45.
I hadn't resorted to my usual method of forgetting something for good, because I felt that this time keeping the memory was important, or would be somehow when I finally worked it out.

Usually if I want to forget something, I close my eyes and move it into the metal room, close the large round blast door, lock it, and fire off the contents to the sun, where it burns up in a small puff of smoke. It's a surprisingly good way of clearing annoying thoughts out, the problem being that I find once something is gone, it's gone for good, and that's not always ideal. Sometimes you need to retain this stuff.


The B-Line roared into view on my left, and began to slow.
As it pulled up to stop in front of me with a hiss and I looked through the windows, I could see that it was full, I guess there'll be no sitting on this trip.
The doors opened and I turned to Ed, briefly shook his hand, and with a pat on the back, wished him a safe trip. I could tell he was stressing about making it to the airport on time as he stepped onto the vehicle and pulled out some change for the fare, because his response was a half-smile and something mumbled about Aberdeen.

Regardless, it was great seeing him over here, the first one of my Aussie friends to come visit. I've been trying to show him around the city this past week, and it's been fun. It's cool to see someone from home.

The doors swung shut, and the bus pulled out again. I waved, then as it disappeared down the hill, I ran to catch my own bus, now over two hours late for work.

It's now the following evening, and I'm still replaying that thought over and over.
I think I know what happened now, and it's taken a while. Unfortunately it isn't a good conclusion.
I know what I did, and it's either going to be a catastrophe, or there is some other explanation I've overlooked. Hopefully the latter.
I guess we'll find out.

Jimzip :D