I've been riding the bus for 6 years. I agree. The buses are sometimes as late as 45 min. I've learned it's a risk to ask the driver of the late bus any type of question pertaining to it being late. For those of us who rely on buses for medical appointments, work, etc, if there's a big change in bus arrival times or a change in routes, it's important that we ask the driver questions so that if there's been a change, we are able to make changes on our end.
On another note, some of the drivers (rarely the men) can be very rude. Actually, some are downright hateful. It's as though they're boiling inside with rage.
Just 10 min ago, I boarded the bus I ride at the same time daily. When I immediately saw the bus was not following the normal route, I thought I had accidentally boarded the wrong bus. I've been known to do that, so I walked up to the driver and asked, "Is this the #6?" The female driver responded with, "You got on the bus. YOU saw the number." ('Yes' would've taken SO MUCH LESS EFFORT!)
I tried again, saying, "Well, I thought it was 6, but we're going down different streets." Waiting....,,. "So...is this the...are we having to take a detour?"
The bus was now entering into an area which would no longer allow me to switch buses easily. At this point, If I was on the wrong bus, I'd arrive at my destination at least an hour late, and could expect to walk a mile to the appropriate bus stop. I was still standing up front next to the driver. Waiting. Then she said, "Can't you see that big 'ole truck down under that bridge?" I quickly looked to my left & then my right....in search of a big 'ole truck under a bridge. Because I possess the skill of "putting 2 & 2 together", her response put me more at ease; although, because I had not yet been able to locate a bridge NOR a big 'ole truck, I didn't feel I was out of the woods yet, so I put on my glasses for a look into the far distance. Nope. In my offense, I ALWAYS
find Mario.
By now, I'm thinking the same thing you probably are...'SURELY by now the driver would've told me if I was on the wrong bus!'
So, I walked back to my seat & sat down.
The bridge and big 'ole truck? It had been half a mile and 3 turns ago. No wonder!
For the remainder of the ride, I put my phone in my bag, sat quietly...and thought.
What makes a person do something like that? What could she possibly gain from it?
She must be miserable! And OFTEN...cuz it's by far the first time she's picked me to unload on. Hum...I must look tough. Like someone who can 'take it'. Someone you don't wanta reckon with.
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