Bus trauma

This morning on the bus, I was reading a book like I usually do. I was pretty much lost in the story where a witch is in a battle with a banshee and a demon, getting a little help from a ghost and pixy, when I hear a disturbance in the force. I look up and bus swerves as the car in lane on my side try to plow into our side. What can I say? I screamed like a girl. The poor woman in the seat ahead of me jumped a foot, I scared her so bad. I of course, felt like a complete idiot.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had this reaction on the bus. The first time was when I looked up from my book to see our driver going a good clip along the HOV lane and running up onto the much slower car in front and then slamming on the brake. I not only screamed like a girl, I found myself slammed into the seat in front of me. At least I wasn’t the only to scream that time.

Another time we had a semi truck cut in front of us just as I looked up from my book. I’ve decided I need to quite looking up from my book until the bus comes to a complete stop. That probably won’t stop these kinds of incidents from occurring, but it should make the ride less traumatic if I’m not screaming.