Ghost Bus.
OK so I missed my bus 156. I saw it racing away from me from afar, and I knew that there's no point running to catch it. And so I made my slow walk over to the J8 bus stop.
An another 156 came along just when I reached. That means that bunching would have occurred if my bus came like 1minute earlier. Which is very exciting, really. I mean...yea.
Anyway, there's like only one middle-aged woman on the bus. And me. And the bus just kept moving and moving and moving, turning into bus stops, only to be rejected as there is no potential passenger. And I got my hopes high up because I wanted to be the only passenger. 45cents for chartering an entire bus, beat that! But when the auntie alighted, an ah pek came =.=
And more ensued after this disaster. The peak of the number of passengers in the bus hit only 9. And I'm rather happy, because the entire bus ride took only... 188+230+165+277+283+223+223+244 seconds. Oh, add another...30seconds, because I lagged in starting the songs.
That's like, woohoo 30.55minutes. Which is quite impressive, considering the speed of the driver(he's quite old. Not that I got anything against old people, but he drove quite slowly), route(156 is usually quite busy), and many other forgotten factors.
I likened the bus to some sex service provider. Every time the driver turns into the bus stop, it's as if the bus is offering sex to the waiting customers, but in this case, my bus isn't sexy enough. It kept getting rejected.
And because there were so few people, I called the bus the ghost bus. Or phantom, if you prefer it that way. Your choice, really. Anyway, it's fun, and I'd love to take such a bus again.
Thank you for reading an entire article about how a ghost bus ride influenced me into typing this piece of shit out. And have a nice day, and try to ignore the fact that you just wasted 3minutes reading this entire blog post, as the fact that I wasted your time can piss you off. Sorry for the inconvenience.
-- 3/12/2008 11:37:00 AM
