The ol’ bus is starting to wear on me a bit, and it’s only mid-January.\u00a0 Bad sign.\u00a0 Getting home last night was a real adventure.\u00a0 I showed up at the bus stop right on time, and noted on their fancy, supposedly GPS-driven sign that the bus was also right on schedule.\u00a0 Excellent.\u00a0 The sign changed to “arriving” as always.\u00a0 And then it stayed that way for about five minutes.\u00a0 Pretty soon it changed from “arriving” to “delayed,” and then the next bus showed up on the board as ten minutes out.\u00a0 Huh, that was weird, did I see that right?\u00a0 A quick conference among the other commuters confirmed that yes, our bus had fallen into some kind of abyss.\u00a0 So we watched the next one count down, and then promise it was “arriving.”\u00a0 Some time later it too went to “delayed.”\u00a0 This pattern continued over and over, and the ever-growing crowd was having quite a laugh about our fair city and their “services.”\u00a0 Over an hour later, the now very, very large crowd was morphing into more of an angry mob, and much of the humor had left the situation.\u00a0 I wasn’t really dressed for standing around in a snowstorm, and the cold was getting quite uncomfortable.\u00a0 (Yes dear, you can say “I told you so” if you like.)\u00a0 I was considering taking refuge at the Flying Saucer or maybe the Phoenix, but although that might have been a good temporary solution it still wouldn’t get me home.\u00a0 I noticed the northbound bus passing by regularly, so I finally bailed out and jumped on one of them, just to get warm if nothing else.\u00a0 We wound through downtown and I got off at 11th & Grand, and queued up for the southbound again.\u00a0 After standing there for quite a while, finally a Plaza-bound bus showed up.\u00a0 Not really my route, but I wasn’t in a spot to complain.\u00a0 My “theory” was that the buses were not making it up the big hill on 11th street, and were bypassing the stop I had been standing at on Wyandotte.\u00a0 Well, this guy chugged right along with no problems at all, and we picked what remained of the crowd at the stop I was originally at.\u00a0 So where the heck were all the other buses?\u00a0 What happened to all the ones that had passed by going north?\u00a0 (They turn around at the City Market and come back south.)\u00a0 Who knows, it’s still a mystery.\u00a0 I emailed them a pleasant inquiry, which I fully expect to be ignored.\u00a0 Getting on the bus proved to be just the first step though;\u00a0 Turned out traffic on Main was at a dead stand-still and there was no place to go anyway.\u00a0 Hey, at least it was warm.\u00a0 I made it as far as 42cnd Street, then I bailed out and Donette came and got me.\u00a0 The trusty SUV got along just fine.<\/p>\n
This morning started off much smoother, and my “regular” bus showed up right on time.\u00a0 Unfortunately it only made it as far as the Plaza, where it broke down.\u00a0 Back out into the cold to wait again.\u00a0 Maybe it’s time to buy a Scooter Skirt<\/a> and start driving myself to work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The ol’ bus is starting to wear on me a bit, and it’s only mid-January.\u00a0 Bad sign.\u00a0 Getting home last night was a real adventure.\u00a0 I showed up at the bus stop right on time, and noted on their fancy, supposedly GPS-driven sign that the bus was also right on schedule.\u00a0 Excellent.\u00a0 The sign changed […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-885","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/885","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=885"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/885\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=885"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=885"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=885"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}