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Bus Driver’s Epic Traffic Jam: A 10-Minute Standstill Behind a Parked Car Becomes Urban Legend

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Epic Traffic Jam

Hands up "I'm new to the industry, oh, the glamorous life of a bus driver! Picture this: I pull away from the bus stop, engine purring like a caffeinated kitten, ready to tackle the urban jungle. But just as I hit my stride, I slam into an impenetrable wall of traffic. My bus, my majestic chariot, becomes a mobile waiting room.

I sit there patiently, practicing the ancient art of Zen and the Art of Bus Maintenance. I watch the world go by at a pace that makes snails look like Formula 1 racers. The passengers behind me start to fidget, their collective energy shifting from mildly annoyed to downright restless. Someone coughs. Another person sighs dramatically. I’m pretty sure I hear a toddler aging into adulthood back there.

Ten minutes crawl by. Not one inch has been gained. The bus hasn’t budged. The tension is thick enough to butter toast. The car in front of me remains stoically unmoved. I start to wonder if it’s taken root and begun photosynthesis.

And then it hits me like a bolt of lightning through a fog of exhaust fumes. I’m not behind just any car. Oh no, I’m behind a parked car. A vehicle that has no intention of ever moving again. It’s the vehicular equivalent of a retired octogenarian soaking up the sun on a park bench.

My realization arrives just as gracefully as a slapstick comedian slipping on a banana peel. I can almost hear the universe laughing at my expense. Feeling foolish doesn’t quite capture the essence of my embarrassment. I’m an Olympic gold medalist in the sport of driver blunders.

With the finesse of a circus elephant, I maneuver the bus around the stationary car, throwing apologetic waves at my passengers who, bless their hearts, are too polite to riot. They return to their various states of preoccupations, probably texting their friends about their epic adventure on the immobile bus.

So there you have it. The next time you see a bus driver looking contemplative behind the wheel, remember: they might just be philosophically pondering the existence of parked cars in traffic.

___ Jamie

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