johan's Journal

A few weeks ago, i took Capital Metro's shuttle to the airport to pick up my Mom's car that was in extended parking. The bus driver was loquacious, i was the only passenger most of the way, and so i learned a lot about his life history and plans.

When we arrived, i headed out the back door, but the driver, distracted by several foreigners boarding the bus through the front, didn't seem to notice that my body was still mostly in the bus as he closed the back doors. There was a distinct THWAK, and my vision got a lot worse. I found myself still in the bus, but my glass were mashed in between the now-closed back doors. Several reactions occurred to me, but in the end i just extracted my bent glasses from the door, and headed out the front to see if i could find one of the lenses that was no longer in the frame. To be honest, i didn't really want to confront the driver because i wasn't entirely sure i'd be able to remain calm, after having my head closed in a door. :)

The missing plastic lense was outside on the ground, next to the bus. So i picked it up, and walked over to the terminal to sit down and reconstruct the glasses i would need to drive home. Luckily, the frame was somewhat minimal in construction. The top and sides were metal, and the bottom was this sort of fishing line-like substance. After i striaghtened the metal, i was able to just pop the lense back in. And other than the mild adrenaline buzz i had from the experience, everything was just fine.

All done, or so i thought.

Friday, June the 9th, i was heading into work, wearing (corrective lense) sunglasses. They are a large, sport-ish variety that came with a large black pouch. When i wear the sunglasses, i put the normal glasses in the pouch. The pouch is rather large, so i usually clip it to a belt or belt loop, rather than stuff it in a pocket.

Well today, part two of Capital Metro's plan became apparent. As i rode into work, i took a left from 32nd St. on to Red River (Southbound). Unknown to me at the time, my glasses ejected from the pouch (Capital Metro is somehow behind this, obviously...). So when i arrived at work, and went to change glasses: nada.

I hopped back on my bike and retraced my route. There, at the Capital Metro bus stop on Red River and 32nd, were my glasses... in several pieces.

I'm figuring they were run over by at least one bus.

So the question remains, what doesn't (didn't?) Capital Metro want me to see?