Well, this was unexpected. My route *to* work shouldn’t be a problem. I’m the second stop, so there’s always a seat, and it’s easy to get close to the front so I can talk to the operator. But today, I got to a seat—and the operator slammed on the gas before I was in it. I fell onto the seat, so no spinal fractures, but a lot of pain and a panic attack from the PTSD. Cool cool cool.