Left out in the cold
I live and die by the shuttle schedule, especially when it is so cold outside.
This week had some scary cold temperatures, so much so I’ve actually been reading a number of scholarly journals on the effects of the cold on the human body. It’s terrifying.
Imagine the tree branch looking things in your lungs (technically called bronchioles) freezing after one too many inhales of cold air. You have to breathe, so I’m not sure how to get around this. Or the water in your eyes freezing making it is impossible to blink? The cold is like an airborne death that can be felt in your bones. These incredibly rational and real fears are the sorts of things that keep me up at night.
To combat this crippling fear of the cold I utilize the shuttle service. People who know me know I am a disciple of the shuttle regardless of the temperature mostly because I don’t like walking anywhere – walking is overrated in my opinion – primitive in fact, but in the scary cold, taking the shuttle is a necessity.
The problem is the shuttle drivers seem to have a rather flippant attitude lately when it comes to the schedule. Don’t they know my health and well-being, not to mention my entire schedule revolves around catching a ride to and from campus? Schedules aren’t arbitrary. What kind of world would we live without some semblance of order?
The afternoon guy is the worst at staying on schedule. I once rode the shuttle to all of the stops trying to determine why the timing was so messed up, so that I could adapt. Adapt or die as Darwin said. Anyways, I learned he doesn’t stop at the stops if people aren’t outside waiting for him. In fact, he accelerates through the places he is supposed to stop. I was horrified. This can alter the shuttle schedule by up to 15 minutes!
This may sound petty to some, but in the cold temperature like Omaha has seen recently, it’s reckless to be so inconsiderate behind the wheel of the shuttle.