May 18, 2011
The M7 is at the light, about to galumph its way to the stop, where several people wait to board. I have to make my mind up quickly: Do I take this bus, a local, or do I wait for the limited M5, which I can't see anywhere down Sixth Avenue but which is supposed to be here in a few minutes? The last time I took the M7 I swore "never again" because stopping every two blocks is maddening. Still, I don't want to hurt the bus driver's feelings by rejecting his bus. Like he really gives a shit.