I jumped on a bus recently in the pissing rain and I was in a foul mood. Why wouldn’t I be? I was soaking wet.
I was like a rabid dog.
But, you know, I calmed down after a while, and even stopped abusing the other passengers when the driver threatened to call the police. How calming a threat can be.
What the hell, you can’t hold a grudge all your life.
Eh, wait, hold on. That’s not true. You can hold a grudge all your life and much of mankind does so. In fact, that’s why the world is beset by conflict, war, and general badness. Yes, you can certainly hold a grudge all your life and you can even pass it on to future generations.
I was wrong and I’m sorry for saying anything so crass, but that wasn’t what I wanted to tell you anyway, so maybe we’ll just pass quickly on.
What I really wanted to mention was the STOP buttons on the bus. The things you press to tell the driver you want to get off at the next stop. Ding!! Those things. Ding!!!
Now look. Don’t get me wrong. This makes little difference to me, and you might well believe that I’m being more than nitpicking when I bring it up, but still, bear with me for a second.
The STOP buttons have little Braille marks on them, and in the normal run of events I could understand that. I can see how helpful it would be to know the difference between one button and another. I can understand how useful it would be for a blind pilot to know which button is for Wings Stay On and which one is for Wings Fall Off. That I can figure out.
Or for instance, if a blind controller in NASA was in charge of the Space Shuttle, I can see how valuable it would be to tell which button controlled Jesus, Please Don’t Let It Blow Up Again, as opposed to the one marked Bang!!
But look, this is just a bus and we’re just passengers. There aren’t many buttons for the use of passengers on a bus. In fact, there’s only one. Stop.
So who decided that this button should be in Braille? Did this designer have some confusion, and fail to realise that a bus isn’t studded with dozens of buttons? Did this designer fear, perhaps, that a blind passenger might somehow mistake the STOP for the EXPLODE button, or the Turn-Around-Andâ€“Take-Me-Straight-Back-Home button, or the Shit-I-Forgot-My-Fuckin-Wallet button? Or maybe even the Fire-All-Machine-Guns button.
This is unlikely, since there’s only one button for passengers in a bus. It’s the STOP button, and even the most stupid blind passenger is unlikely to mix it up with anything else, especially when there isn’t anything else to mix it up with.
So why the Braille?
I know. You’re thinking I’m being too hard on them. You’re thinking, why get so worked up about something so trivial? And you’re right.
It’s ridiculous what stupid things I worry myself about.