Windy and rainy weather plus travel equals a disoriented and flustered Angela.
Every day, as we exit the bus at our Stop, our routine consist of finding the Curb, finding the crosswalk button (not audio by the way) located 4 feet slightly behind us and to the right, pushing that button, quickly aligning ourselves at the curb again, counting to five, hearing the traffic stop and sprinting across main street to the corner of our apartment. It’s the only time you’ll catch me running.
A few days ago, the weather was as described above. It was really windy, the rain was coming from all directions, I was hungry and thirsty and cranky about the whole situation. I was also a little annoyed at the bus driver because he had no clue what Stop I wanted to get off. I always ask the drivers to inform me when my stop is approaching because it’s not a major bus stop so it’s not announced. 95% of the driver knows what I’m talking about. There has been a few who looked at me like I had three heads. This particular driver was convinced that my stop did not exist on his rout. Thanks to another passenger who was backing me up, we were able to convince him on how to do his job. After all that, he almost missed my stop. Which isn’t usually a big deal because I usually can just walk it. But I really did not want to do that on this rainy and windy day.
As I stepped off the bus, the weather was pretty nasty at this point. I waited a few moments with my hood up so I can gather my bearings.
Ok Hara, to the curb.
Instead of aligning herself with our crosswalk, which was to our left, she kept going straight and then stopped.
At this point I’m thinking, this idiot dropped me off at the wrong stop or Hara is ignoring me.
Hara, left to the curb.
Hara looks at me and does a sidestep.
Come on girl, we do this every day. Left to the curb.
Hara takes half a step forward.
At this point I’m thinking maybe we’re not at our stop and she’s showing me to a different curb. I stuck my right foot forward to see what’s in front of me. My foot met a metal pole. I reach my hand out and my fingers landed on our crosswalk button. As the dots connected in my head, I exclaimed, “oh!”
And Hara began wagging proudly. Or was it in excitement at the fact that her handler finally caught on? 😌😏

This puppy falls victim to all my blind moments. 😂 🤣