120: Proceed Until Apprehended

I cycle up to the transit center and see two other cyclists waiting.  Darnit. Unless the bus is one of those with a 3-bike rack, I'm going to be bumped for the second day this week.  Then along comes a 4th.  He assesses the situation and then immediately turns his bike upside down, removes the wheels, straps the wheels and frame together and stands in line.  Bus arrives, a two-bike rack with one already occupied, so I lock my bike up, planning to pick it up tomorrow.  But Mr. Proceed-Until-Apprehended stays in line and when his turn comes starts to climb up.  Whoa, buddy, bikes aren't allowed (especially on this intercity bus with narrow aisles and no place to put packages except on seats).  Argue back and forth.  Call your supervisor.  10 minute delay for the 20 or so of us wanting to go home.  Can I see your badge (how many people go around impersonating a transit supervisor?).  It's no bigger than luggage.  Luggage is not dirty and greasy.  Are you calling my bike dirty. No means no.  So the cyclist backs down and we're on our way.  And for those of you who commute in dry-clean only slacks, you have the transit system on your side.