The buses in this place are a joke. Always late, wait around for ages, blah blah blah rhubarb boring blah. Nobody enjoys public transport rants. But let me share with you just one tale of woe, occurring one crisp morning of 31st January 2007:
We get on our bus, it refuses to drive. This is normal. In this place you can wait for up to half an hour for a bus to decide to drive away from the stop at which it is nestled. The engine was running for a long time. Then it stopped. Then it started up again. Then it stopped. Then it started up again again. Then it stopped. These were not because the bus was stalling, mind you, it started up completely normally each time, only to decide it was not going to go anywhere. People start getting off the bus.
"I'm really sorry," says the bus driver, "but the bus is broken, so you will all have to get off." At least she has a nice smile and a friendly voice. As soon as the last person has stepped back down onto the pavement, the bus starts up again and drives away. Laughing maniacally, I imagine.
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