Our bus service is so reliable these days, I wonder if I should get a car. I don't live long enough to move around at the speed of a tortoise, or feel so mad that my mind gets filled with weird thoughts concerning asphyxiation and bus drivers.
The day the bus service died. A minute by minute account.
19:05 - Waiting for bus 81, tired and hungry. It was also raining so I was a little cold and miserable. Ever played the Sims? When a Sim is hungry and tired, he sleeps on the pavement while collecting his mail. All I wanted was to go home where it was warm and have a nice dinner.
19:15 - No bus. I got frustrated and started checking the estimated waiting times they have at bus stops. You could sense my desperation. I think they get the waiting times there from a bingo game machine. If not, how could they be so wrong about it, every time?
19:30 - Bus 81 comes but it is so full the front door cannot open. The bus was late and they were still moronic enough to send a single deck bus. Its like when you see someone knocked down by a bus, you throw him a plaster, and you don't even bother to peel off the wrapper for him.
19:40 - Bus comes. Boarded bus. Watched Li Jiawei lose meekly to Guo Yue after leveling at 2-2. Absolute stuff of legend, destined to be replayed as a negative example during training to future Chinese table tennis players.
20:05 - Reach bus changing point. Wait for bus 12.
20:20 - Still waiting for bus 12.
20:30 - Give up waiting for bus 12. Try for a cab.
20:40 - Consider calling for a cab. I was mighty pissed because I was near home, a little too far to walk, but just 5 minutes away by cab. And there was no cab. Wherever that point was, its the local version of the Bermuda triangle. Public transport mysteriously gets lost in it and time stops.
20:45 - Cab comes. Uncle talks too much. He says the same sentence about how my address is a small road, hence it is difficult to remember and he needs to consult a street directory. When I agree with him, he takes it as a cue to rephrase the entire sentence and repeat it again. And when I agree, he rephrases the entire sentence, taking my yes as a cue. And when I agree again, my agreement becomes a cue for him to repeat the entire sentence, rephrased. ARGH!!!
20:50 - Reach home.
Here are some statistics:
Total time taken for journey: 1 hr 45 minutes
Time for Kenyan Olympic gold medalist to run the same distance (around 10km): 27 minutes
A freaking Kenyan can run 4 times faster than the stupid bus service. And I already cheated by taking a cab. I think I better start training for the marathon.