Monday, March 21, 2016

#A-TO-Z CHALLENGE 2016 GENERAL - LIFE, HUMOR AND MUSIC NO THEME


This year I'm going without a theme. In years past, I've always gone to something like, “Music” or “Humor” and it wasn't entirely successful. This year, I'm just tossing the theme out the window and will write about some of the things that are still going on in da 'hood, and some music and humor. Just not in any particular order, or with any formal idea in mind.

Part of this is, I suspect, pure laziness, and part of it is that I've been trying to work with an idea for a “serialized novel” that seems to have some legs to it, so the focus is there for the time being.

I do however, always enjoy doing the A-to-Z Challenge and writing (I hope) short, and pithy little posts, so we'll see where we end up, shall we?

I may write about some of my fabulous bus trips in and around Tampa's 'hoods, which are every bit as horrifying as they sound. Last week, we had our “Safety First” kinda bus driver, which was a hoot, because this cat will NEVER make the bus kneel when I need to get off. Since I have very little depth perception, I've been lucky that I haven't bashed my teeth in on the pavement falling out of the bus. I have to REMIND him to make it kneel, although he can see I've got a cane and dark glasses. During our last encounter, there had been a messy accident at the intersection of MLK Blvd. and Nebraska Avenue.


It was just Alex's and my luck, too, that they parked this big, honkin' Fire Truck with it's butt sticking out across the two southbound lanes. They could have pulled up closer to the smashed up cars, but I'm guessing there was leaking gasoline. Thankfully, no one was injured. The police had a fine time directing traffic, though. There was a bit of dancing going on, 'cause Nebraska Avenue.

Five cop cars and a giant-ass Ladder Fire Truck showed up to block the south-bound lanes of Nebraska. We sat there while this idiot dithered about what to do; go left over the median, beside a semi, which just helpfully stopped, straddling both lanes of Nebraska, just north of the intersection and put out a bunch of hazard cones, 'cause Nebraska Avenue, which would have been totally okay, as the cops were directing traffic and would have let us through, or go up on the curb a little bit on the right-hand side of the semi, which would have been okay, because one other bus had already proven it could be done.

But, noooooo. This guy had to fuss and fume around like we were in some perilous situation that would end in a fiery death, if we moved so much as an inch. Some guy on the bus had driven big things in the Military and was trying to coerce the driver into (gasp!) taking a right turn, just before Nebraska and going around the Auto Parts Store, but the driver wasn't sure he could do that, without... tipping over the bus, I guess? On a normal 90° turn? So Military Guy was frustrated. The whole bus was. There were several women who were just coming off shift from the Hospital and I'm sure they were ready to get off their feet. I'd had a long day at Clinical Research and was tired; my essential tremor was misbehaving (stress and lack of sleep does that) and besides, “Mr. Safety First” was a misnomer and he was pissing me off.


A Hartline bus at the Marion Transit Center. When there are twenty buses coming and going all at once, it's like this giant bus ballet, with buses screeching and whooping, farting, speeding up, slowing down and stopping on a dime and it's really something to be a passenger. It could be a GREAT carnival ride.

So, the driver called the Bus Supervisor; some cat that drives around in a little official car, supervising buses, I guess. And he did so, because I think he figured he was about to lose control of the situation. I had already loudly suggested that one of us get off the bus, walk 50 feet to the cops and tell them we were either being kidnapped, or held for ransom. It got a laugh from everyone but the driver. So, the Supervisor showed up and “led” the bus, after talking to the driver and after giving a talking to Military Guy. The Supervisor led the bus to the same exact 90° right turn, that the bus driver could have turned down an hour previously, without the help of the Supervisor. The Supe then led us past a left-hand 90° turn, which would have put us out on MLK and closer to our destination. As we crept past this turn, I hollered out, “What!?! Is that turn too tight for ya?” I was really acting up. Shame on me. Not.

The bus came to a halt. The Supe got on the bus, and started chewing out Military Guy, again. I guess Mr. Safety First had tattled on the phone to the playground recess Teacher, like we were all in 3rd Grade, but he got the wrong miscreant. I 'fessed up, and said “I wouldn't be so irritated if this schlemiel would kneel the bus like he's supposed to, every single time I get off this damned bus!” The Supe looked daggers at the Mr. Safety First and just got off and got back in his little buggy car and led us off to our destination, home.


The Supe's car. It totally doesn't look street legal to me, but hey! What do I know; they're probably cutting corners, to save money.*

Sure enough, I had to ask Mr. Safety First to make the bus kneel, AGAIN, before I could get off of his stupid bus. Some people may think I'm making a big deal out of this, but it's truly hard to see other people with canes who have physical disabilities and then have to remind this guy to lower the bus for them. Certain disabilities tend to cause militant behavior in the person with the disability and for good reason. I can't always rely on people respecting the stick and the glasses. So, I'm wary.


Anyway, this is a big longish for an A-to-Z post, but it's a Not-Theme Reveal, so I thought I'd indulge myself. I am looking forward to the A-to-Z Challenge of 2016, whatever it is I write on; I'm going to do my best to make it fun!
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*Totally kidding. That was for (Believe it! Or not) "Bus Fest" a few years ago!

10 comments:

Andrea said...

As long as you have fun with it, it will be a success!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

You write posts like that for the Challenge and they'll be hilarious. For us. Sorry, wasn't for you. I won't tell you what I call public transportation...

Ravyne said...

No theme sounds like fun! I look forward to whatever your posts may be ~Lori~

Lori @ As the Fates Would Have It
Lori @ Promptly Written

Viola Fury said...

@Andrea

Thanks for stopping by! Actually, it was a hoot for me. I laughed a LOT. I'm probably going to hell for laughing at the bus driver, but he brings his own misfortune upon himself! Living in this environment always brings with it the opportunity for some kind of idiocy, which I am more than happy to write about later. I honestly got the feeling the bus driver thought this was his "Eiger Sanction" moment or something. He was really playing up the dire. :D Thanks again for stopping by!

Viola Fury said...

@Alex,

Thanks for coming by! It was actually pretty funny and I was trying to keep my hilarity in check with little success. Anytime some giant mess like this happens and people start falling apart at the seams over nothing, I just say " 'cause Nebraska Avenue." It's really true. Everything that could possibly happen has happened here. Darryl Strawberry was arrested for drugs and soliciting here. In 2012, during the GOP convention, it looked like a Hollywood Premiere because of all the stretch limos running up and down the street, while the "Family Values" party looked for drugs and 'hos. That has pretty much been this street's history since Teddy Roosevelt mustered his forces in front of the University of Tampa and went to Puerto Rico to make history tearing up San Juan Hill. Now, it's home to the "Nebraska Creepers" and they're a mysterious bunch indeed... so, I'm looking forward to this A-to-Z Challenge, with no them. And more bus stories, plus the Bus Games of 2013. :D

Viola Fury said...

@Ravyne!

Thanks for stopping by! I think it will be fun. I'll probably be writing more about the goings-on here on Nebraska Avenue, with some journeys into music. We'll see. That's kind of the fun of not having a theme, I think. Thanks again, Lori! <3 Mary

Guilie Castillo said...

"No-Theme Reveal" — LOVE it, Viola :D Your posts are always great, you have a fabulous writing voice, you have tons and tons of cool things carousing around in your head, and I look forward to following the serendipity of your April posts :)

Much love!
Guilie @ Life In Dogs

Nilanjana Bose said...

Hi, hre from the reveal and you will totally rock the themeless theme, if that longish post is any indication. Have the most awesome A-Z.

Nilanjana.
Ninja Minion, A-Z 2016
Madly-in-Verse

Viola Fury said...

@Nilanjana!

Hi and thanks for stopping by! There is probably more madcap hilarity going on here (at least in my mind and I know it is in the mind of my "pretend adopted son, Alex) who is usually witness to most of the hijinks around here with me, than in say, your average urban landscape and most certainly your suburban neighborhood. This area is a fascinating blend of history; blending the old-style pirates, the Rough Riders who actually DID stage here prior to leaving for San Juan and just the home-away-from-home of the 30s, 40s and 50s of the Trafficantes and several Mafia families.

The lingering corruption is still felt in the air, despite the attempts to "white-wash" it from the scene and it takes a finally-honed nose sometimes, and one schooled in b.s.-ese to tell when someone is trying to sell you a pack of lies, or if they're just clueless. Chances are 50-50 on that, when it comes to the "ruling classes" or whatever they're calling themselves these days. I just sit back and watch; go to the occasional City Council Meeting and if I'm feeling particularly peckish, I've been known to stir up a hornet's nest, but it's so much more fun to sit on the outside, comment and let the readers enjoy from the sidelines.

The denizens of dis here 'hood are truly something to behold, as are the Tampa Police Dept. (a tip of the hat to them; they're a good lot and keep in touch with us) and the other services, such as Fire-Rescue that keep the City going. I haven't anything good to say about Social Services, except that they aren't very social and are looking to climb the ladder into truly Elite status, so they can f*ck up the next strata of government. A truly worthless batch of parasites, that would look good up against a wall, blindfolded, after the revolution.

Anyway, this will truly be a fun ride, and I will be trying to plan ahead *snort*, because I will be out of town the last week of April, so this will also be new to me. Thanks again for stopping by, Nilanjana, and enjoy the random! <3 Mary

Viola Fury said...

@Guilie!

GAH! Pretend this is coming to you from the future, and that I didn't somehow manage to overlook you, which is exactly what happened. I cannot believe it! I'm going through my posts and when I see and odd number of comments, it either means spam (hardly ever the case) or it means some poor person got ignored when I was writing replies. Unfortunately, I overlooked you! I am so, so, sorry.

I really appreciate your comments regarding all of the fun and crazy that is going on in my head. That's pretty much the way of it. Even though the Challenge is over with, I keep the people who participate in it, close to my heart and I've made so many wonderful friends over the years! Thanks again, Guilie for your kind words and I'll see you around on Twitter and fb! Mary