Fortifarse (fortifarse) wrote in bad_service,

Bus Driver likes wet butts...

So...I am getting a car tomorrow, therefore yesterday was my last bus ride to school ever. Shoulda known I'd go out with a bang.
I get on the bus (late again, but that's liek complaining about an Italian restaurant serving pasts), and take a seat, and had to spring back up immediately. Why, you may ask? Well, there was a lovely little puddle in the exact spot where I had just tried to sit, just soaked in enough that you couldn't see it but still enough there that my hiney was soaked! I was wearing black/white checked chef pants, and from what I could tell it had a very odd orangey-brown color. I'll call it juice and stick to that thank you very much. Anyways, I decided the bus driver should know about this so he could put up a sign or lift the seat up (it was the handicapped accessible seat up front). So I go to tell him:
Me = yeah
BM = Bus Mover (abbreviation was far more appropriate, imo)

Me: Hey, there's a gross puddle on the seat right there that I just sat in
BM: Oh, it's probably just some rain from someone's umbrella
Me: *turns around and shows him my butt* That is not water, and it smells
BM: Well, what the hell am I supposed to do about it?
Me: The seat folds up, and I have a sharpie and paper that I could make a sign with...
BM: It's not my job to tell people where to sit, I can't plan for all this shit that comes up
Me: Well...I'm not angry that you didn't know about it, but now that you do something needs to be done so no one else sits in whatever that is
BM: That's not my job, I'm not worried about it *dismissive wave*
This was followed by a "lather rinse repeat" cycle of "not my job, not my job" before I just figured whatever and let it go.

I ended up making a sign anyways and sticking it to the seat.
The kicker: Before I got off, he had to let a wheelchair on. There's 2 seats, the wet one and the dry one. I had told him exactly which seat it was that was wet, yet he opted to upfold the dry seat for her to place the chair (it also seemed like he looked directly at me as he did this, but I wouldn't say for sure), and then REMOVED THE SIGN I had made from the seat. Yeah. I had 2 or 3 more stops and by the time I got off I had seen 2 others about to sit there before I warned them. Also, when I got off I called and complained about him.
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