When the strike ends—and it will, eventually—climb aboard that bus like a hero returning from a quest. Wave at the driver. Thank them for not being on strike today. They might grunt, but inside, they’re thinking, “This guy gets it.” Or they’re thinking about coffee. Either way, you’re home.
Until the next strike. And there will be a next strike. It’s a law of nature, like gravity or people forgetting how to merge. But now you’re prepared. You know what buses are on strike today. You have snacks. You have a plan. And you have a great story to tell at the café—if you ever actually get to one.
