Anna vs. The Bus

I tried to take the bus to work this morning.  Usually I arrive at the bus stop 45 seconds too late, and I watch from across the street as the bus drives off to the next stop on the line.  But today I was 2 minutes early!  When I reached the stop, I checked the bus tracker app on my phone only to discover that the bus was 15 minutes behind schedule.  At this point I decided I had two options:  1)  continue waiting in the feels-like-minus-5F cold or 2)  pick an intersection that I think is a 15 minute walk away and try to beat the bus there.

Like any sane person, I picked option #2.

So I set off walking.  I pass several bus stops on the way, and the only bus I see is driving the opposite direction.  Finally I see the finish line:  a traffic light controlled intersection barely outside of downtown.  I check the time and see that about 20 minutes have passed.  I pick up the pace, knowing that every second the bus is gaining on me.  20 sidewalk squares left … 15 … 10.  At this point I hear squeaking beside me.  I look to my left, and it’s the bus slowing down for the red light at my imaginary finish line.  I was so close!  As the bus slowly passed by me, I realized that I was going to lose this race.  I had 5 sidewalk squares left, but the light was already green and the bus was accelerating down the street.  As I took the last few steps into second place, I hung my head and promised myself a rematch.

I’ll beat you next time, bus.

My (new) Drivers License Game

When I updated my drivers license after my name change last month, I was initially annoyed that the State of Michigan did not let me update my gender marker as well.  I have been carded a few times in the last month, and from what I can tell nobody actually notices what gender your drivers license says you are.  I’ve decided to turn this into a game – how long will it take until somebody comments on this “mistake”?  I’m guessing that if I keep being confident then nobody will notice for a long time.

So far, I have had to show my license twice.  Both times, the person looked at the year I was born and then addressed me with female pronouns.  One of the people even made a comment about how I was born in 1988 and didn’t have my ears pierced yet!

I have a few flights at the end of February.  I wonder if TSA agents look at these details?