I stepped on the bus flashing my transfer to the driver. I was having a miserable week and couldn’t be bothered with all the squinting old bus drivers do trying to verify whether or not your transfer is expired.
My girlfriend left me today, not that I blame her. OSAP had been delayed and now I was on a wait list on the final day for students to register. The best part is, I’m one credit shy of graduation. Sure I’ve floated around in life on the lazy river to mediocrity. I’m a rebel at heart, snap backs and tattoos, MOB, all the latest Call of Duty video games. I haven’t worked a single day this year and I’m starting to consider making “unemployment” my middle name. The bus reeks of body oder, expired fast food, and suffers from poor lighting. I slide past the crazies who always tend to sit near front of the bus. As I take my seat I draw attention from a group of elderly men across from me. They look at me with disapproving expressions and I’m worried this day has only gotten worse.
At some point I drift of, dreaming about her. The way she made me feel, the inseparable and undeniable affection that seemed magnetic at times. It’s funny how a hundreds of amazing moments can be recorded into a humans memory, but the moment of disbelief, regret, and heartbreak are the ones that stay ingrained in our long-term memory. There was a poster on the door of my grade 2 teacher Ms. Imlack, it stated,
“when I do something great no one remembers. When I do something terrible no one forgets.”
It was cute because there was an image of a puppy frowning under the text. If only I knew how accurate that poster was to life back then, maybe things would be different.
I awake from my odd dream two stops ahead of where I should have gotten off. In a frantic step towards the front of the bus I knock my iPod off my lap, cracking the screen in the process. It’s an older model, the ones that continue to play music even when the headphones are unplugged and dislodged from the device.
” Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere…”
Something happens that moment that never happens. The old senile trio send genuine smiles my way as I look up after assessing the damage on my iPod, they start to sing along.
” just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere”
Another tween looking blonde girl starts to rock out on her air guitar. The bus is illuminated with sound as we all chant in unison
“Don’t stop, believing!
Hold on to that feeling!”
I ride the bus to the terminal, I’ve easily turned this ride home into a lengthy detour. The cool winter air fills my nostrils with a crisp freshness I’m usually too distracted to appreciate. As I wave goodbye to my new companions I’m aware I may never see them again. Overcoming the differences of sex, age, and preference, we enjoyed a moment in life through music I’ll never forget, and isn’t that was life is all about ? Unforgettable moments?
It’s nice to know that in a world of white noise, the noise that has memorable rhythm can unite all of us the way nothing else in the world can.