Finally, about 30 or 45 minutes into our nearly two hour ride, the bus came to a stop to let a handful of people off. Four people, out of about a hundred. Ok, maybe not a hundred. But, then again, maybe... Anyway, the bus driver was motioning something towards me. I interpreted it as, "Don't get off - people will try to get on and steal your spot!" So I buckled down and didn't budge. He urgently motioned at me, so I stood steadfast. Right. And then I realized that I had misinterpreted him. You see, as he opened the bus door, it accordion-folded onto me. I was no match for the door. Bus doors are surprisingly strong! As it opened, it slid me across the step and smashed me right up against the front windshield. Brilliant. It didn't hurt, but I was definitely trapped. Arms pinned to my side. I just kind of had to laugh. There was nothing else I could do.
As I said, only about four people got off, so we still had another 20 minutes or so until the next stop, where enough people got off that we could stand in the aisle. There we stood until it cleared out enough that we could actually sit down for the last 20 or so minutes of the ride.
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