Monday, September 3, 2018

Unexpected Consequences

When I sold my car years ago, I started taking the bus.  And I always intended to purchase a backup bus pass.  I'd like to think I would have, but after dragging my feet for a couple of months, a friend took the decision out of my hands by giving me one as a gift.  That back up buss pass was not used often, but I was always glad to have it when it was.

The other day I was out at the mall with my mother and aunt, and sent them home on the bus.  I couldn't just pay for them with a bus pass and walk away because they needed to transfer.  Good thing I had my trusty backup.  I told them I'd pick it up next time I stopped by.

Now you might expect that to be the end of a very boring story.  My mother and her husband each have their own bus passes, my Aunt was only in town for a couple of days, and my uncle has been a shut-in for years now.  I'm not sure if I'm using this term entirely respectfully.  He has been dragged out to get some clothes, and he does mow the lawn and such.  I think he may have even walked down to the corner store once in a while.

If someone gave him a bus card, the chance of him using it would have been around zero.  But it turns out someone else's bus card laying around was some kind of temptation.  He has used it, a couple of times.  I don't know where he went, but anywhere is better than nowhere.  As for me, I told him to hold onto it, and I'll get it from him later.  Much later.

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