NicWit

The NicWit
(he really doesn't look as much like George Costanza as this composite might suggest)

5/28

Due to recent budget cuts Metro Transit Shelter Maintenance can no longer provide bus stop benches. Instead the maintenance employees have to shop at garage sales, flea markets, estate sales and auctions to find bus stop seating options for Metro Transit Passengers. I have been told by anonymous administrative sources that this is only the beginning of the cost saving innovations. In the near future at some of the more upscale stops and stations, the standard frame & glass shelter will be phased out and tornado and wind damaged mobile homes and camping trailers will be phased in. More on this later. The Nic-Wit

5/9

Driving the 21 and just about any other line there always seems to be a few folks that insist on riding for free. Some sneak on through the rear exit, some say they paid their fair when I wasn't looking, some beg and some even demand a free ride for various reasons:
-Car just broke down
-Just got out of jail
-On my way to job interview
-Lost my billfold
-Billfold was stolen
-Wife has billfold (may be same as stolen)
-Lost my transfer
-Last Driver forgot to give me a transfer
-I just got thrown out
-I gotta get to __?__ By _?_ o'clock
-limitless other creative tales
Sometimes I believe them; most times not. It seems that the Transit policy is (No Free Rides) but it also seems that an unwritten rule may exist where a driver using certain discretion may offer a courtesy ride. Well anyway, I have managed to develop the Transit Courtesy Ride Prototype so at least I have an option to offer the person that has to have a ride and no money to pay the fare, whatever the reason.

4/23

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4/4

Hi,
     I'm Bus Operator #2259 sending my comments to the locally known and nationally recognized Transit Librarian and from here on out will be transmitting my seldom sought opinions and comments as The NicWit.
     Throughout my life I have worked hard not to harshly judge or unduly criticize any particular class or segment of our American population, however, within the past few years (probably because of the aging process coupled with low self esteem) I have developed a severe hatred almost to the point of obsession for SUVs and their operators' arrogance that seems to come from their knowing that they can make $600 a month payments, and also knowing instinctively that I can't. It could also be that sitting high above the pavement where the air is obviously much thinner could deprive their brains of the required oxygen needed to perform the most basic driving tasks.
I drive a small car and although able to perform in equal to or in excess of the prevailing conditions and limits, I am constantly a target of the SUV's wrath. Vehicles my size must be seen as weak genetically inferior obstacles that must be destroyed or eaten by the more dominant vehicles in the food chain. The SUVs' bumpers and headlights are too high, they are lethal in side impact collisions with smaller cars, don't corner well, burn way too much fuel and are grossly overpriced. It's no wonder everyone wants one.
     I am particularly irritated by the high headlights. I am sick of the third degree halogen burns on the back of my head especially now that the headrests have been burned away from unnecessary tailgating.
     I have never wasted much time contemplating class warfare. Until now.