Well, it's Wednesday. Now to see how it's possible to be thankful for events so far this morning. I went through a somewhat tedious process to become eligible to ride the handicapped bus service in my home town. Their method of operation involves phoning a day ahead to make a reservation.
Tomorrow I need a ride to my church building to attend the Dave Ramsey class. So, I phoned the bus office. I gave them the information, and was promptly informed that the bus cannot take me to my church in Byron Center, because I no longer live in Byron Center.
I do have a wry sense of humor, but this stretches it more than a little. Most of my church members attended this class last year, when it was held on the same night as choir practice. This year, the group is much smaller.
I've left a message with the pastor who usually is there to lead the group, and I'll see what happens.
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Irony indeed. Sounds kind of strange, actually. You need to go there; they're supposed to take you. Unless there's a limit of total miles per ride?
ReplyDeleteIt turns out that the townships surrounding Grand Rapids each make a separate contract with the bus company.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Byron Center, I was farther south than the contract permitted, and now that I live elsewhere, it still doesn't help, because Byron Center only supports the cost of letting their residents leave the township, but not for non-residents to enter it.
I suppose it's a cost-control measure, but it most certainly puts a whole new sub-definition to the word independence.
Still, there is reason for thanks. My friend Paula will bless me with a ride.