Monday, October 13, 2008

Thanksgiving blessings

So I've sprained my ankle. Again. And I'm miserable. Again.

In an effort to un-do some of our Thanksgiving weekend gluttony, my husband and I went for a quick jog last night, and that's when I rolled my ankle. It's the same ankle I injured two years ago -- I was on crutches and wore a brace for several weeks -- and although it's no where near as bad, it still sucks.

I spent most of the night awake, cursing my fate and wondering why this was happening to me again. But given that today is Thanksgiving in Canada, I've had some time to reflect and realize that I need to stop feeling sorry for myself because of this unfortunate setback.

I'm thankful I can still walk, albeit slowly and with a limp, but without the aid of crutches.

I'm thankful that I have a supportive husband who, it seems like every hour since it happened, has offered to bring me into the ER.

I'm thankful that I've had today off work and have been able to rest my ankle while watching such classics as Scooby Doo and The Cosby Show.

And most of all, I'm thankful that it's not as bad as it was two years ago, because I know first-hand that things can always be much, much worse.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Bus Etiquette 101

A couple of my vents were published in today's Edmonton Journal; one involved our city somehow finding the money to throw a 'winter festival' while still lacking funds to provide adequate snow removal.... and the other involved the lack of bus etiquette I'm bombarded with on a daily basis.

Let me be frank: Unless your backpack / purse / school books paid transit fares, DO NOT place them on the seat next to you. That seat should be available to actual paying customers who shouldn't have to plead with you to move your crap out of the way. That's right. I said it. Crap.

And while we're at it, I think it's fine that you may not wish to sit next to the window. But please do not, do not, do not then just sit in the aisle seat, thus blocking everyone else from accessing said window seat. If I have to stand because you refuse to move over or let me in, then you might as well place your backpack / purse / school books on that seat, because you're no better than the rest of 'em. (And just as inconsiderate.)  

Wanna know what else annoys me about certain other transit riders? People who insist on having really loud conversations, either while on their cellphone or simply with the person sitting next to them. Nobody else on the bus cares what you did last night or if your kids are misbehaving or how lame you think your economics prof is, so bring down the volume and keep your conversations private.

And speaking of which ....if you're sitting next to me and trying to strike up a conversation while I'm reading or quietly staring out the window ....and if I don't make eye contact and only answer in mono-syllabic phrases such as "Yup", "Nope", or "I have a Taser", then please leave me alone. Everyone needs their quiet time to reflect and decompress from the day that was, and that time for me is while I'm on the bus. (And, yes, I know that "I have a Taser" is more than one syllable.)

I could go on about Mr. I'm-playing-my-iPod-this-loud-so you-can-all-hear-what-super-cool-music-I-listen-to or Mrs. Look-at-me-being-environmentally-saavy-and-riding-the-bus-with-my-kid-and-our-SUV-sized-stroller, but I might end up getting hate mail.

I guess the only thing then left to say is this: If you're ever in the position of riding ETS, just be considerate and respectful of your fellow transit riders. None of us really want to be there, so please try not to make it any worse with your obnoxious behaviour.

Oh, and for the record, I do applaud moms who are green enough to ride the bus, but is the excessively super-sized stroller really necessary? C'mon, ladies, it takes up five seats! Perhaps it's time to down-size the stroller, n'est pas?