I was in a bus accident yesterday.
I was looking out of my window and I said to Gabe “That guy is totally going to hit us.”
Then he did.
I suppose accident is overstating what happened. I mean it was a crash, but it was an extraordinarily low speed collision.
Our bus was stopped and waiting in line to pay a toll and a moron in a Ford Explorer that was trying to edge his way in front of us must not have noticed that we were not moving at all and he sideswiped a completely stationary bus.
It occurs to me that this was the third time that I have been in a bus that was hit by another vehicle.
The first time I was in Jr. High and I was riding school bus to school and the school bus behind us (filled with friends from the same school) rear ended us.
Nobody was seriously injured, but a lot of stupid sixth graders acted like they had whiplash to get out of social studies.
I wasn’t one of them. I liked social studies.
The second time I was in a bus wreck I was on a choir trip to Chicago. We were in rush hour traffic and a car that was trying to edge its way into our lane side swiped out tour bus.
It was almost as sad as yesterday.
But yesterday our bus was stopped. We were at a complete standstill. He didn’t even hit the front corner of the bus. He hit the side. I mean this was a sizable vehicle. How did he not see it?
Or was he just such a dick that he assumed the bus would somehow back up quickly to let him in because he “meant it”?
I’m glad I am not the bus driver. Sure, the guy who hit us was at fault, but now this driver will have to explain to his boss that some jerk hit a bus full of paying customers because our driver was in too big of a hurry to let in one more car.
Nobody got hurt, but the Explorer lost a side mirror and hopefully both drivers feel bad about themselves.
There are two morals to this story.
1) Just let the damn car cut in front of you. Is it really worth all that paperwork?
2) Don’t ride in a bus with me.