Strange Day

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

I’m not sure what to make of today. It seems that everything, both good and bad, happened to me today. So I’ll just recount what happened and maybe I’ll figure it out at the end; then again, maybe I won’t.

Most of the day seemed pretty average. I went to school in the morning, had a normal lunch, had regular afternoon classes. After then is when it started getting strange. I went home on the bus like usual, and I have to transfer at the Lynden Park Mall onto a different one that takes me home. Every once in a while that second bus is faster than the first one, and it gets there first, such as what happened today. I saw it turning the corner in front of us and so I walked up to the bus driver and asked him if he could radio to them to stay at the mall, because I needed to switch. He agreed, and I went and sat back down again. But he stopped two stops before the mall and looked back through the rear-view mirror at me (which took a while for me to notice since he was wearing sunglasses) and told me if I wanted the second bus I should get off now. So I headed to the door at the side of the bus and tried to open it. It was one of those newer buses where you just push the handle and then the door opens mechanically. However, I pushed the handle and it didn’t open. I just kind of stood there thinking maybe the bus driver hadn’t flipped the switch or whatever they do to let the door open. But he never did. I stood there at the back door as he started up again and drove into the mall. I watched as the second bus that I needed to catch drove out of the mall parking lot and back out onto the street, as we pulled into the mall bus stop.

As I stood there I thought, I had two options. I could either make a big deal out of it and ding the bell a few times until he stopped again, or I could just get off at the mall, not say a word, and just walk home in the cold. I voted for the latter. Why? I’m not really sure. Maybe it was the Holy Spirit. Maybe it was just my better judgment that I’d look like more of a fool if I made a big deal out of it. Who knows? Anyways, I was still mad. I crumpled up my transfer slip that I wouldn’t be needing, threw it on the ground in disgust, and turned my discman up louder as I walked away to head home.

A few seconds later, I’m like, “You know what? I don’t care. There was probably a logical reason for the bus driver not opening the door, and even if there wasn’t, it’s not big enough to ruin my day. So I’m just going to enjoy my music and walk home in the cold. I’m bigger than this.” Another revelation? I’m not quite sure. Maybe I’m just finally defragmenting my life, taking shattered portions and gluing them back together with the glue of God. Cheesy metaphor? Possibly, but a very true one.

Anyways, I got home with a sniffly nose. I ate some supper and headed off to work. During work I found a $10 bill on the ground, on the outside where customers stand. There were no customers in the store, so I’m like, “Sweet! Free money!” I mean, if it had been on the other side I would have assumed it fell out of the cash register and I would have put it back, but this had obviously fallen out of a customer’s pocket, and there would be no possible way to find out whose it was. So that was something kind of crazy. Things like that usually don’t happen to me. The last piece of money I found on the ground was like a nickel or something; somehow it’s not quite as exciting.

Anyways, so I’ll get to the strangest part of my day. I had the car to take home from work, so when I got off work I left and drove out of the parking lot. I was turning left out of the exit when suddenly the car somehow shifted out of gear and into neutral or something – it’s an automatic too. So there I was: I was on the wrong side of the road, facing the oncoming traffic with not much time to react. I quickly put on my four-way flashers and tried pressing down the gas pedal. The engine just revved and went nowhere, and so I’m like “Oooooh crap.” I tried putting it in park and back into drive – still nothing. I tried turning the car off and on again; still no luck. By this time I’m pretty much freaking out, internally anyway, and so I put the car in reverse to see if that works. Thankfully, the reverse gear still functioned, so I skillfully backed the car up back into the parking lot exit (no easy task when you’ve got traffic coming towards you), and into a parking space. There I tried a few more things, to no avail. I had to walk back into Quizno’s and call my parents for a ride home.

I sat on the stools waiting for my ride and Tara, one of the girls I work with, asked me, “So are you mad?” I thought for a second, and realized something: I wasn’t. At all. I wasn’t even remotely frustrated. So I told her, “Nah. Not really.” She looked back at me in disbelief. “Really? I’d be pissed off right now.” I said something I’ve probably never said before. “Nah…it’s just a car.” Just then, my parents came so I said goodbye and got into the car, but I started thinking about what I had just said. Just a car? Where did that come from?

I’m not sure what’s going on inside me right now. Perhaps God was leading through me right there. Tara knows I’m a Christian, and that might make her think about how come I reacted to a frustrating situation calmly. Maybe something will come of it. Who knows? But something’s going on inside of me, that’s all I can say. I’ve never been one to just be like, “Oh well, it’s just a material possession. No biggie.” So for those of you who are reading this and believe in God, pray for me. I’m really just going along with whatever happens right now. Thanks a bunch.

That’s pretty much all I have to say. Quite a strange day. Who knows what’s going to happen tomorrow?

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