3 billionth Ride

Yesterday, as on most weekdays, I rode the bus.  It’s one of many ways I demonstrate my love for and devotion to The Man.

But yesterday was no ordinary day for King County Metro.  Sometime yesterday the count of passenger rides was going to pass the 3 billion mark.

When I heard about this, I knew I wanted to be the 3 billionth rider.  Like Violet Beauregarde, I had my eye on the prize.

So yesterday morning I got off one bus in the International District Station in the Downtown Seattle Transit Tunnel.  As I disembarked, a man in a Metro jacket congratulated me and handed me a commemorative button with this logo:

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My determination had paid off.  I had won!  To celebrate, I got on another bus and continued on to my destination.

Let this be a lesson to all of us, that The Man really does know that without us little people to oppress serve, his power would quickly evaporate.

Thanks, The Man!

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About Ben Pratt

I am married to a brilliant and lovely woman. Remarkably, our union has produced three brilliant and lovely daughters! We enjoy reading, going for walks and bike rides, and Friday night pizza picnics in the family room. Descended from Parley P. Pratt (founding editor of this blog's namesake), Charles Henry Wilcken, Zachariah Bruyn Decker, Jesse N. Smith, Frederick G. Williams, and a host of farmers, missionaries, colonizers, businessmen, and pilots, I was raised in Chandler, AZ. I have degrees in physics from both Brigham Young University (BS) and the University of Washington (MS). I earn my filthy lucre teaching physics, mathematics, and fine arts at a public charter school in Mesa, AZ.

7 thoughts on “3 billionth Ride

  1. And I’ll bet that some long, hot Friday afternoons, you feel like you’ve been on the bus for all three billion rides, no?

    Congratulations on your participation in such an historic event! Whohoo!

  2. No Brian, but I do constantly worry that if I fall asleep on the bus and miss the last stop, I’ll wake up as a hamburger or something.

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