To the #7 bus driver on Tuesday afternoon: Sorry I jumped in to ask you if you could call transit dispatch and report a bus with serious mechanical problems. It was leaking a lot of smoking fluid all over Gottingen Street, and I kinda panicked and must have seemed intense with urgency. You seemed worried, maybe about your personal safety, and said no and drove on. I totally get it, and I wish I had been more composed, I know you already put up with all sorts of difficult situations every day on the job. Sorry!
—A Chastised Alarm-giver