My daily commute

I take the Taoyuan city free bus to work every day. It's not like American buses; it's probably less than half the size of regular buses. It's more like a large van. Anyways, the focus of this post isn't on the bus, but the bus drivers, and possibly Asian drivers in general.

Today I got on the bus at 9:10am. When I saw "got on," I mean "jumped on" because the bus didn't really stop--it did a rolling stop. So the bus did a rolling stop in front of me and I had to jump on to the bus. And after the driver sees that I'm on the bus (does he really see? or does he just give me five seconds after opening the door to jump in?) he jams on the pedal and I'm flying towards the back of the bus. It's where I'm going anyway, since taiwanese people like to hog seats meant for two people for themselves (they're just rude like that). But the back ceiling of the bus is depressed for a reason unbeknownst, and as I tumble towards the only seat availble, I almost get clotheslined by the low ceiling. I say almost in the sense that I didn't fall over after I hit the ceiling. And so, after that 15 second ordeal, I wait for the bus to bumpily jolt from stop to stop, until I reach the hospital 20 minutes later. I graciously say "thank you" to the skillful driver, and engage in a game of chicken with passengers trying to get on while I get off.

I love the morning commute.