Buses are the worst form of public transport in existence. This is a fact that I had grown to accept and understand during my time living in Leeds, I knew that they weren’t going to show up on time (if they showed up at all) and I accepted it. Unfortunately I’ve since moved to London where the public transport system (tube and DLR anyway) works more often than not.
So, when I come to head back to Leeds this weekend, I have no problem navigating from my flat to King’s Cross, nor from there over the hundreds of miles back to Leeds; even going so far as to arrive early! Happy with the progress public transport had allowed me to make thus far I wandered out of the train station and to the bus stop. This is where the problems arose.
At the bus stop is a sign with the next three buses, none of which were the one I wanted. I consulted the timetable, and it said “at least every 10 minutes” so I figured that’d be fine. So ten minutes pass. Then twenty. Eventually the sign now displays three of the bus I want, with the ETA of “due”… great. Finally, after about thirty minutes they all show up at once.
Ah well, I did eventually make it here, but I bet it’ll only be worse on Thursday when I come to make the return journey.