Why am I consistently one of the only white people riding the bus every frickin’ day?
For that matter, why is it that by and large the only other white people riding with me are either passed out or carrying their worldly possessions in a Ralph’s bag?*
I hear a lot of white people in LA complaining about traffic and smog and parking and asshole drivers and the price of gas. I’m not saying you should all go carless, God forbid. Riding the bus means you don’t have to do the driving or look for a space or pump gas or deal with any of the aforementioned a-holes on the road because your car is at home and not adding to the pollution and the traffic. Personally, I ditched my SUV because it was always breaking down on me, but I like taking Metro because of the much-needed downtime it gives me between appointments. Today I was able to finish reading the first volume of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Omnibus** while running my errands, something I couldn’t have done if I was in my own car.
But I digress. I know you’re out there white people of Los Angeles, and I know you’ve heard about this thing called public transportation. Trust me, from one white person to the rest of the 1.7 million white people out there, it’s not dirty or scary or just for us folks without cars.***
Use it. Love it. It’s good for the environment and you’re kind of paying for it with your city taxes anyway, so you might as well.
Photo by Poppyseed Bandits. Used under Creative Commons
*Concerts and sporting events notwithstanding.
**Support your local comic book store.
***Well, maybe it’s a little dirty.