On the Bus, and Here

A pleasant ride on Peter Pan…

We paid an extra five bucks each to get “priority boarding,” but in fact the boarding was easy.

Still… After the driver announced priority boarding tickets, an older man handed him his print out, looked just like ours except it didn’t say priority. The driver took pity on his apparent confusion and let him board. Then the man right beside me pushed forward waving his e-ticket and said if you’re letting him on now, “you’re letting me on,” pushed the printout at the driver and climbed on.

Now, don’t forget, light line.

Me, I felt a rush of indignation and male competition.

As he did stand aside from loading his bag into the overhead bin I gave him my best disdainful glare and brushed past him, not actually touching…

Even as I sat down the absurdity of it all

and my inner sigh at once again

failing at the practice

of simple kindness

once again.

Shit.

(can I say that. I think so. We’re just us here…)

I enjoyed reading Nigel Leaves delightful little biography & study, Odyssey on the Sea of Faith: The Life & Writings of Don Cuppitt.” Which as it turned out just fit the ride between Providence and the Port Authority in NYC.

While I’m plowing through this biographical excursion through the complex thinking of a fascinating but seriously strange and delightfully compelling thinker, all the while in the seat behind us an older woman has captured her young male companion and is explaining the simple revealed truth of the scriptures which has led her to the Jehovah’s Witnesses…

As I was going forward she explained why no blood transfusions, no holidays, a little bit on why Jesus is not God (I forget they’re unitarian, or, well probably more accurately Arians), and then, as folk of fundamental persuasions seem so often to do, ended on a rant about the evils of homosexuality…

We arrived.

We’re in the hotel, a nice clean little room.

And I need a quick nap…