Mexico: More Metrobus
Allow me to return to one of my favorite topics: the Metrobus. This past week the two of us have shared some more excellent memories. For example, one morning while on my way to work, the driver of the Metrobus got out of his seat, walked out of the bus, left us to wait there for about a minute, and then returned carrying a broken window from the back cabin of the bus. He then told us that we needed to evacuate and hop on another bus that would come for us shortly. How the window broke, I'm not exactly sure...
Another morning while en route to my office building I had the pleasure of being surrounded and suffocated by the conversation between a mother and what I assume to be her three daughters. The concept of personal space was lacking in that experience. I was standing by a window on a relatively empty bus, about five stations away from my stop. In come these four women who decided that cornering me by my window seemed like a good idea, even though there were plenty of other open spaces on said bus. They continued with their conversation as if I was one of their own, and by the time I got off the bus I was gasping for fresh air.
I was waiting for a bus another day when a woman at the station insisted on handing me a certain brochure. I didn't see her hand this brochure to anybody else, and even though I kindly refused not even knowing what the brochure was for, she made sure that I took it from her before she left. Upon glancing at this tri-folded piece of paper, I discovered that it was an advertisement for a "couple's weekend" dedicated to saving your marriage. The fact that she picked me out of everyone at the bus stop is slightly concerning, seeing that 1. My marriage is not troubled; 2. I'm not even married; 3. I don't even have a boyfriend. Hmm...
At certain times the Metrobus is unbelievably crowded and at other times it is so empty it is eerie. Yesterday on my return trip from work I watched about 10 completely full buses pass by before I decided to hop on one that seemed to have enough room for me. We advanced two stations on this bus and were then told to evacuate and hop on new bus. The reason for this evacuation remains unknown--there wasn't even a broken window this time around. Impatience among Metrobus riders was at an all-time high that afternoon.
Speaking of evacuation, today I experienced the excitement of my first earthquake simulation. I arrived to my desk and not five minutes later, the earthquake alarm sounded. My coworkers advised me that it was time to evacuate the building. How did we go about doing that? By using the emergency outdoor stairs...yes, we descended from the sixth floor to the ground on the metal fire/earthquake escape. At the moment I had to convince myself that my fear of heights didn't actually exist. Nevertheless, I survived my first earthquake evacuation drill.
Another morning while en route to my office building I had the pleasure of being surrounded and suffocated by the conversation between a mother and what I assume to be her three daughters. The concept of personal space was lacking in that experience. I was standing by a window on a relatively empty bus, about five stations away from my stop. In come these four women who decided that cornering me by my window seemed like a good idea, even though there were plenty of other open spaces on said bus. They continued with their conversation as if I was one of their own, and by the time I got off the bus I was gasping for fresh air.
I was waiting for a bus another day when a woman at the station insisted on handing me a certain brochure. I didn't see her hand this brochure to anybody else, and even though I kindly refused not even knowing what the brochure was for, she made sure that I took it from her before she left. Upon glancing at this tri-folded piece of paper, I discovered that it was an advertisement for a "couple's weekend" dedicated to saving your marriage. The fact that she picked me out of everyone at the bus stop is slightly concerning, seeing that 1. My marriage is not troubled; 2. I'm not even married; 3. I don't even have a boyfriend. Hmm...
At certain times the Metrobus is unbelievably crowded and at other times it is so empty it is eerie. Yesterday on my return trip from work I watched about 10 completely full buses pass by before I decided to hop on one that seemed to have enough room for me. We advanced two stations on this bus and were then told to evacuate and hop on new bus. The reason for this evacuation remains unknown--there wasn't even a broken window this time around. Impatience among Metrobus riders was at an all-time high that afternoon.
Speaking of evacuation, today I experienced the excitement of my first earthquake simulation. I arrived to my desk and not five minutes later, the earthquake alarm sounded. My coworkers advised me that it was time to evacuate the building. How did we go about doing that? By using the emergency outdoor stairs...yes, we descended from the sixth floor to the ground on the metal fire/earthquake escape. At the moment I had to convince myself that my fear of heights didn't actually exist. Nevertheless, I survived my first earthquake evacuation drill.
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