I know why the bus didn’t come. At least, I know why it didn’t come today. Unfortunately, it wasn’t my bus. My bus takes a slightly different route but ends up at the same Marta Station as the bus that didn’t come. That bus, the one that didn’t come, had an accident. That means everyone who waited over a half and hour for their bus that never came, got on my bus instead. That should have been OK. It was just a little crowded. I can cope with that.
Today, however, on my bus the regular bus driver was training a new driver. So while the regular driver perused her Macy’s sale flyer, the new driver failed to make a critical turn along the route and off we sped into limbo. Did he loop thru the nearby residential neighborhood and head back to the missed turn? Well…… nooooo. Did he turn at the first place he could to get back on to the route? Nope, missed that one too. He went almost all the way to the end of the line for that route before turning back. I got off the bus before he turned and walked to the Marta Station. There, I ran into a coworker who had left 30 minutes before me, in the hope of catching the bus that didn’t come, and was now woefully late to pick up her offspring from daycare.
This is it. The week I have to buy a car. I am trying but looking at Craig’s list everyday is making me crosseyed. Plus, when I check thru Consumer Reports and Edmund’s and so forth, all the cars I can afford- i.e. old- have major issues. One has 20 something recall issues. Another needs a new engine between 70-90000 miles. This one has spongy brakes. The next one has transmission problems and every single one has a least one consumer review that begins “I’ll never buy this make/model again. It’s a piece of crap”
I don’t want to ride as a passenger in any of them, let alone buy one.
Location: Carless in Atlanta
Music: The Wheels on the Bus