Standing in front of a bus stop the young man stares in disbelief.
As of January 1, 2010
The Metro Transit
Will run from 6:00am-6:00pm
The last bus leaves the terminal
At 5:15pm.
No weekend services.
No apology for inconvenience listed, the young man’s disbelief turns to anger as he shifts his shoulder bag and wonders how he is going to get to class. He begins to think about how screwed up life has become in Colorado Springs, hell, in the United States in general. Just as he begins to curse the entirety of Colorado Springs inefficiency a middle age women walks up carrying a briefcase, dressed in a lovely white dress.
“Why the long face?” she asks as she approaches the young man.
Startled the young man turns with surprise to face the women. When he notices who she is he is even more shocked.
“What are you doing here?!” He half asks half demands to know.
“I was laid off…” the women says in a hushed tone and repositions her briefcase to her left hand.
“Oh…” says the young man ashamed he even asked. As he looks down into the pavement he continues to contemplate how screwed up life is; here he was standing at the bus stop with the same women who had greeted him every morning for two years from the driver’s seat of the bus. Now she was laid off and he was out of a ride. They continued to stand at the bus stop as cars passed aimlessly by.
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