The Wheels Go Round (Stop or I'll Shoot)
as told to me by my husband who drove for the Authority for 25 years.
This day was like any other day. It was the middle of the afternoon and I was driving in one big circle from a small suburb to Downtown and back again. It was a hot summer day and all the windows on the bus were wide open. The air conditioning wasn’t working as usual and tempers were flaring.
I had picked up a few people at one of my early stops as I entered Downtown but as I turned the loop at Sixth Street I heard, “You’d better shut up or I’ll shoot you!” I looked into my middle mirror and standing in the middle of the aisle was a young boy about 18 or 19 years old with a pistol in his hand. I wasn't sure if he was gay but I had heard the two boys across from him teasing him as they got on the bus. I hadn’t been paying too much attention until I heard the word, “GUN.”
I slunk back into my seat behind the screen that separated me from the passengers and pulled down my handset. In a low voice, I told the dispatcher or anyone else who was listening that I had a passenger on my bus with a gun that was threatening to shoot other passengers. I told them that when I got to the edge of town I was going to blow the doors open and there had better be some policemen there.
The traffic light was green and I passed up the rest of my stops with some pretty irate passengers chasing after us but I kept on going. When I got to the end of the line at Tenth Street, it looked like every police car in the city was there. I stopped the bus and blew open the doors.
My bus was a sea of blue uniforms. They took the gun from the boy and took him away. The excitement for the day was over but my heart was feeling the adrenalin of the drama for quite some time.
The irony of the who event was that I had to spend a whole day in court over the incident but that the so-called gun turned out to be a starting pistol that couldn't hurt anyone or so I was told.
© 2011 Laura L Scotty
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