I was already in a bad mood because the appointment to get my stent removed was postponed but nobody told me, so I got up early, hopped on the bus, and went to the hospital, only to be told to come back Friday. The two other people in line at the same time had similar problems, so I'm a bit leary of this being my regular medical facility.
But I walked back to the bus stop, and had been waiting a little more than a minute, texting Comrade, when One Of Those Things That Always Happens To Me Happened.
Random Doofus: "Hey. What time does your phone say the bus is coming?"
Me: "Oh, I don't know. I'm texting with someone, not looking at the app. They come every ten minutes or so, though."
RD: "My phone says it's going to be twenty-two minutes."
Me: "Huh. That doesn't seem right."
RD: "I know, right? I'm from New York." Fuck you fuck you fuck you. There are many people from New York who I like, but none of them introduce the fact that they're from New York within a minute of conversation. Same with Texans, and Harvard students, the earlier you mention it, the more Everyone Else From That Place definitely hates you. "New York, the bus comes when it's supposed to come. It's their jobs. The drivers here, you know? I love them, but come on? It's cold. If you say you're going to be there, be there."
RDFNY: "Twenty-two minutes is too long. I could walk to Davis and back by then. You know?"
RDFNY: "How long have you been waiting?"
Me: "I just got here."
RDFNY: "Do you think it's going to be twenty-two minutes until it gets here, or is there something wrong with the app. In New York, the apps are always perfectly timed. You know exactly when a bus is coming, you know? None of this Boston guesswork."
I am impressed that this man is making me hate the MBTA much less than usual. And New York even more than usual.
RDFNY: "Do you know what time it is?"
Fucker, you HAVE a phone. You KNOW what time it is. "About ten."
RDFNY: "Almost ten. I could walk to Davis before the bus gets here. You know sometimes they don't even stop, they just zooooooooooooom past you. That never happens in New York."
I focus on my phone, reading Facebook statuses and turning away from RDFNY.
RDFNY: "Well, ok. Ok. I guess I'm going to walk to Davis then, you know? Think that's a good idea?"
RDFNY exhales, loudly. "Ok. Well have a good night. Or I guess a good day or whatever. Good luck with the bus. It's freezing."
About a minute after he leaves, the bus shows up. I get on, take my seat, and when the bus passes RDFNY, I wave. He can't see behind my mask, but I am very much smiling.