I suppose there are worse jobs to have in the world than to be the ASC intern. Yesterday my mission was to find the absolute best spot to get a sunset timelapse of the Sydney skyline. I ended up shooting gigabytes of fantastic footage all day (but still failed to get that “money shot”).
As I hopped on the 505 bus heading to a place called Woolwich, I noticed that the bus driver smiled wider and more sheepishly than usual.
Maybe it was just another good day here in paradise?
As the bus curved down the Gladesville Bridge I heard an older woman in the front seat beginning to jabber on, almost yelling. Not uncommon on public transit.
Then I realized she was yelling at the bus driver. After a few more seconds it became clear that she was telling the bus driver where to go.
What?! How do you tell a Sydney bus driver how to get around in Sydney? Then, I realized she and the bus driver were in conversation.
He was taking direction from her.
He was new.
It was his first time driving a Sydney Bus on his own.
Perception is a funny thing. The woman at the front of the bus went from a possible crazy to a helpful citizen going above and beyond to help someone (and the other someone’s depending on him for a ride home). She politely and patiently navigated the bus through the twisted streets of Sydney’s Inner West.
When the woman got off at her stop an elderly man from the seat in front of me got up, assumed the woman’s post in the front seat next to the driver, and without flinching proceeded to direct the bus on to its final destination.
It was a small moment, yet worth noting. Not once did either of these people complain about their bad luck of having picked the directionally challenged driver. They just jumped right in and steered the bus home. Like Speed (1994) without the suspense.
So I guess it really was another good day in paradise.