Today was the third day of my new job, bottling sake on a bottling line at a place called SakeOne. Eight hour days, minimum wage, oh well. There'll be better things, right?

Anyway, normally I carpool with my friend, but he's in Seattle on vacation for the next four days, so I had to take the bus to work. No big deal, hop the transit line, get on the bus, then walk from the bus stop to work. Simple, right?

Well, somebody hates me. About three-quarters of the way to work, the bus driver pulls the bus over, comes back to me, and says...

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the bus."

What the hell?! "Um... why?"

"I'm just going to have to ask you to leave the bus, sir."

That's it. No explanation, no goodbye, nothing. I wasn't even doing anything! I was sitting in my seat, waiting for my stop, minding my own business. It was like 6am, so I was very tired and not quite awake.

I walked three miles to work today. In the rain. Who ever said life was fair?


Update 8/25/04: I took the bus again today. Had the same bus driver. Wore the same jacket, same pants. He didn't say a word. I don't understand at all..