Am I the only one to be amazed by the experience of being made to sit on a bus?
If I am travelling in from Barnes, I take the 209 to Hammersmith. There is usually the dilemma at the penultimate stop....should I get out and walk towards the main station ....thus avoiding the scrum that the bus engages in the chaos of the roundabout....or should I be more chilled and sit it out and let the bus carry me into the terminal. I am pushed for time but the mature part of my character tells me to chill and stay put.
Then the bus doesn't move. The driver makes a meal of being officious with his paper work. The traffic moves past and freely onto the roundabout. We are left as if broken down. Apparently the bus is 5 minutes ahead of target so rather than us being grateful and get in ahead, we are made to sit in a lay-by with the clock ticking..doors closed, looking at the final destination 200 yards away.
Am I the only one to find this unbelievable?
Cannot wait to go olive pick in France next week....
If I am travelling in from Barnes, I take the 209 to Hammersmith. There is usually the dilemma at the penultimate stop....should I get out and walk towards the main station ....thus avoiding the scrum that the bus engages in the chaos of the roundabout....or should I be more chilled and sit it out and let the bus carry me into the terminal. I am pushed for time but the mature part of my character tells me to chill and stay put.
Then the bus doesn't move. The driver makes a meal of being officious with his paper work. The traffic moves past and freely onto the roundabout. We are left as if broken down. Apparently the bus is 5 minutes ahead of target so rather than us being grateful and get in ahead, we are made to sit in a lay-by with the clock ticking..doors closed, looking at the final destination 200 yards away.
Am I the only one to find this unbelievable?
Cannot wait to go olive pick in France next week....