I stared out of the bus, trapped. Knowingly trapped around fellow passengers\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthese other Asian immigrants…these other people who chose to take public transit rather than drive a car.<\/p>\n
Once the automatic voice announced “North Fraser Way”, I pulled down to flag my stop. As I climbed down the stairs, I asked the driver, “How do I get back to the station?”<\/p>\n
Nonplussed by all my questions, he said, “On the other side of the street.”<\/p>\n
Intimidated, I nodded and mumbled, “Thanks.”<\/p>\n
I hesitated at the corner of the intersection, watching the bus take a right turn and rush into the distance. This is it. I have to run<\/i>. I checked traffic on the road and ran across the road…into dirt path with a sign that said “Dead end.” I had looked at my map multiple times and this was the only path. The dairy farm was on North Fraser Road.<\/p>\n
The pain from stumbling off the sidewalk already had faded. The embarrassment was gone. Nobody was around me. I made it there. Walking fast. Chatted with a customer. Quizzed the employees. Then I took my cone and went back to the bus stop. Where to my surprise, I found wi-fi and to my surprise, the bus arrived in a few minutes. In less than an hour later, I was on the train. On time. Not late, not lost. On my way to Vancouver.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I stared out of the bus, trapped. Knowingly trapped around fellow passengers\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthese other Asian immigrants…these other people who chose to take public transit rather than drive a car. Once the automatic voice announced “North Fraser Way”, I pulled down to … Continue reading