What a smelly excuse for a first world transport service State Transit has become.
I mean, have you used the service lately? Vomit near the back door of one bus, the almost customary screaming loony, the endless graffiti scratched into the wondows by some of societies lowest of scum..
Just yesterday I had need to catch a bus when the Falcon slagged itself. Its a 20 minute service offered and the following pretty much outlines the events.
10.05 Bus departs
10.06 I get to bus stop.
10.25 This bus never even shows. Not surprising given news reports this morning saying that, on average, 140 buses a day can't be bothered too.
10.45 Finally a bus approaches, but in the last moment one dopey bloody minion opens his car door to have it wiped off by the bus. The result that the bus disgorges its load of socities slaves and is unable to take the, now, huge lot of people.
11.05 A bus is due.
11.09 Where is that flamin bus. People now start opting to try their luck and risk being ripped off by cabbies.
11.15 Ten minutes late, the bus finally shows up. Being grateful that a bus actually showed up I decide to find a space within which has the least people and sit down for the trip home.
11.16 Yep there we go. The screaming loony. This time in the form of some near 80yo Miss Crotch-Itch. She is apparently upset that the bus stopped to pick up passengers when it is running late. Whinging ALOUD about it all the freaken way to where the stupid thing got off.
I suppose my biggest complaint is State Transit's obvious disregard for the environment. Printing out all those flamin timetables can't be good for the world and since they don't stick to them, THEN THEY ARE A BLOODY WASTE TOO.
GOODNITE!
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