on my way into work on this morning’s second-to-last 3Y metrobus. (i originally wrote “penultimate,” but that just sounded pretentious even though it’s correct.) on E street, a woman in a black coupe pulls into the bus stop as we’re approaching, and opens the driver’s side door… right into the front of our bus. my quick view of the scene suggested no major damage to either her car or the bus. IMO, however, she was at fault.

i was so engrossed in my current reading (straub’s if you could see me now) i barely noticed the lurch as the bus driver slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision, and when i did look up from my last-row seat, the bus was echoingly empty. we all transferred to a 16Y that was right behind us. i don’t envy what the 3Y driver’s day is going to be like.

and i’m still glad i don’t drive in the district.