So I was off for five days over Easter. Five. Friday and Monday were holidays for my workplace which is already sweet enough, and then I just up and decided to take Thursday off too, so as to have even more time to enjoy. And enjoy I did. The weather was spectacular, which, can I just say? NEVER HAPPENS TO ME. Whether it’s a day or a week or a month, you can guarantee that the weather will be craptastic, so it was particularly exciting to have all this time off and to actually be able to get outside and not freeze my ass off or get rained on, or attacked by locusts, or whatever. Awesome.
In other daily news type stuff, my bus driver got lost this morning. Not lost-lost, just forgot to take a turn where she was supposed to, causing much panic on her part, calling in to bus control, asking what to do now. Turns out, just um go around the block and back to the place where you missed the turn duh. So for those of us who need to catch a connecting bus, well too bad, that ship has sailed. Or bus has left, whatever. So I was 20 minutes late for work, so no big really, but you know what? That’s about the 5th time that has happened to me this year. Always different bus drivers, sometimes different routes, and often me going up to the front saying politely: “um, excuse me, but I’m not sure if there’s a route change that we don’t know about, but the bus normally turns down that street back there so what the hell, do I have to do everything?” Or, you know, words to that effect. I don’t know, man. I rode the bus all through high school, university, to work during my college years and not once do I remember a bus driver zoning out and missing a turn, going off route (without some sort of reason – accident, watermain break, etc.) So why now? What is going on with the bus drivers in my city? Especially now when there is a disembodied voice telling you what the next stop is, they sometimes still go the wrong way? Are they even listening to that pleasant disembodied voice? Or is it like when you’re driving home from work, say, and you decide before you get in the car that you’re going to stop at the market on the way home and pick up a few things, and then you just wind up driving straight home because you’re on auto-pilot? Maybe it’s like that. Which doesn’t completely instill confidence, that’s for sure. I guess I’m old-fashioned, but I kind of like my bus drivers to be, you know, paying attention. That sort of thing.
But whatever, it’s still the best way to travel, in my opinion. Because a monthly bus pass – $87. Being able to blame your driver on your being late for work – priceless.