I've mentioned before how I don't like the loathsome 36. And the feeling seems mutual. I mean, I'll be standing right there, obviously waiting for it, but it'll pass me right by as if I didn't even exist. So rude!
Today I took the bus from downtown up to 19th Avenue East. I caught the lovely 12.
Even at 5:25 p.m. at 4th and Marion, everyone could find their own seat.
As we went up Madison, the driver played a prerecorded message for us. It was from some Metro goofball, explaining that the high price of gasoline had increased ridership. He apologized for the overcrowded conditions and promised that they'd be adding larger buses to popular routes in the fall.
I wondered why the hell they were playing that tape on this particular bus. Because here we are on Madison, at the peak of rush hour, before we even turned onto 19th, near the fancy pants part of Capitol Hill.
I left my bus pass at home and the smallest bill I had on me was a $5, and I didn't even mind handing it over because the smooth, fast, uncrowded ride was better than a cab ride.
It's not like this is news to anyone here, but those of us only served by the 36 are getting totally screwed.