The eerie, whistling noise coming from the bus as it pulled up to the stop was my first clue that this would not be a normal bus ride. The fact that no one else seemed perturbed by it was my second.
For a solid half second, I thought about waiting for the next one. Then I remembered I was already running behind. I climbed on board.
A passenger was angrily talking to the bus driver: “Why you texting and driving, man?”
The bus driver, equally loud, denied the charges. The passenger pulled out his cellphone and threatened to call his boss. The bus driver objected. The angry tones turned to yelling. They spilled outside and looked close to coming to blows. Another passenger stepped in to stop them.
The bus driver climbed back in. He drove to the next stop, climbed out, and called someone. 5 minutes passed. Then he got back in, drove to the next stop, got out, and took another call. Another few minutes passed. Throughout, the eerie, whistling noise continued.
Finally, right before we reached the school, he pulled over and shouted, “Everybody out! I’m not going any farther.”
And so a baffled bus-load spilled out onto the street and, if any of them were running as late as I was, off to urgently find another ride. Thankfully, that was my stop and I barely made it to class on time.
The moral of the story: if the bus is whistling, don’t get on it.