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So, this morning I set out to go to uni. There's a slightly illicit feeling to leaving on a Saturday morning before anyone else is awake.
I went to my bus stop, where, from across the busy road I need to pass to get to it, I could see the bus I wanted leaving ten minutes early. No way to run for it - heavy traffic zipping along the road, trying to cross before the lights are on my side is essentially suicide.
No worries, I thought, there are several fairly frequent buses at that stop that get where I can connect to a bus that goes where I actually want to be, I'll get the next one.
So I got the next one, but it meant I missed the 99 I was planning to catch. Again, oh well, I thought, they come every half hour, I'll get the next one.
Over an hour later, I gave up waiting and caught a 97. I queried the lack of 99s with the driver. Who had seen me waiting at the stop the previous time he went past.
He, kindly, got on the radio and queried.
Turns out that the 99 had a breakdown, and, because the private companies that now run our public transport system cut corners, they don't have:
a) mechanics
b) spare drivers
c) spare buses
available on the weekends.
Which means that the 99, a crucial route in our system, was off schedule by over an hour.
NOT HAPPY. I was lucky enough to be headed somewhere there were alternative routes (I could have got the previous 97, I realised belatedly, but I was thinking in terms of 99s) but most people who'd want the 99 would not be so lucky. And it's a major route. As it is, I lost over an hour of medicated time in the library.
Fuck that. Yes, I will be complaining.
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