To keep track of my recent experiences on the Transfort bus system, in Ft. Collins, Colorado, I've been writing myself draft messages in my phone. This is an edited collection of those messages from the past few weeks.
Route 19 is my morning bus to FRCC. Lately there have been some peculiar characters riding it. Normally, things aren’t as weird as they have been and more quiet. Even when there is only one passenger besides me, certain characters make ridding the bus miserable. A prime example of this would be a guy in back of the bus swearing loudly while talking on his cellphone. "I'm sorry" was a phrase heard uttered to the bus driver as I got off.
My morning wait for the bus involves waiting just across the street from a major construction zone. I was wearing a red coat waiting for the bus one cold morning. The bus driver thought I was a construction flagger and stopped because of my coat. The real flagger was out of sight behind me wearing fluorescent green clothing.
Some drivers are nice enough to announce the all major streets even though I'm the only one on the bus. Others hardly care. Quiet students going to high school ride the 19 frequently. Most people riding the 19 are CSU or FRCC students though, which makes for quiet trips across town.
However, there are characters who seem to ride the bus for fun, and warmth. One morning, people were getting on at usually vacant stops. A creepy guy got on the bus two stops before my stop at FRCC. At the next stop a young lady got on. The creepy guy started asking her her name, where she worked, went to school, etc. Very creepy indeed. I got off fast at FRCC and left that situation behind.
The creep factor is unavoidable when riding route 1 as I do in the afternoons. Seeing an old lady with missing teeth, with the ones remaining looking like fangs. She was trying to say hello to everyone on the bus, even those in the far back like me. One has to feel sorry for the situations many are in.
Sometimes someone who you think isn't great turns out to be a nice social companion. One such case was a bearded man wearing an orange full body suit. I asked if it was for a job, to which he responded it was what he wears for road construction flagging. As non standard as it is, it would work well. Wearing five layers and the suit was his remedy for cold weather. Then he jokingly said that he came to court in it and was thought to be the prisoner. I'm not sure how true that is, but it makes sense to me.