Generally, I can estimate a 20-30 minute commute to work every morning. I rely on city buses to get to and from work on a daily basis. My evening commute doesn’t bother me as much as my mornings.
I haven’t been able to figure it out, so I hope that maybe you can.
Why oh why do people feel compelled to board the bus before allowing others to leave? Does it make sense to climb those stairs in such a hurry as if someone was in pursuit of you? Is it then reasonable to congest the driver’s space in order to squeeze yourself on board while others try to get off after arriving at their destination?
I mean, I really just don’t get it. Then the best part is when some of the men skip ahead of the women. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with them. They’re not senior citizens or physically disabled, but they must secure the grand prize–a seat? Boy oh boy does chivalry fly out of the window when it’s time to commute from A to B.
My mornings have become quite an amusing experience. You never quite know what to expect in a city full of characters.
