Volume 93, Issue 67

Friday, January 28, 2000


Been waiting all my life for a bus like you

Nazi reference was not a laughing matter

Been waiting all my life for a bus like you

To the Editor:
Let me share with you the experience I had waiting for the bus on Jan. 13.

I joined others at the bus stop at 8:45 a.m.. The bus was due to arrive at approximately 8:50 a.m.. I had a 9 a.m. class.

This was my only class that day and it was only an hour long. The 8:50 a.m. mark passed and no bus. At 8:55 a.m., still nothing. Then 9 a.m. and there were maybe 15 of us at this bus stop, waiting anxiously. At 9:05 a.m., a bus finally came along, but guess what? Yep, it was full. Not only did it tear right past us without a blink, but it splashed us all with slush as it did so. Thank you very much, Mr. Bus Driver.

Then, something remarkable happened. A lady in a minivan apparently recognized one of us waiting pathetically in the cold (there were no booths or benches at this stop, although there should be). She went out of her way to stop and offer this person a ride. Noting the large group of us, she was kind enough to fill her minivan to its full capacity. This Good Samaritan literally stopped traffic to save about six students from being even later for their classes.

After this encounter, a smile crept to my face, but quickly subsided as I glanced at my watch and thought about my own demise. At 9:10 a.m., I contemplated not even going to my class. Even if the bus came right then, I would have been 20 minutes late for a one hour class. What's the point in that? I might as well get the notes from somebody else.

Just then, a bus with just enough room for us finally decided to present itself. I gratefully climbed aboard, but neglected to smile at the bus driver. Any other day, I would normally greet the driver. I realize it's not his fault per se, but I tend to think this whole ordeal could have been prevented. I mean, is snow really that big of a surprise?

It's the middle of winter for goodness sake. The transit people had to expect the snow to come along at some time. My mom used to drive a school bus and if there was snow on the ground, guess what? She left earlier! In the case of the London Transit Commission, considering there was 10 cm of snow, you'd think they would either leave earlier, or send an additional bus out to ensure that they kept to their schedule.

Believe me, if this were the first time the bus made me late for class (or work for that matter – which is another letter in itself), I would not have written this. But this has happened plenty of times – even when the roads were clear.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the buses – when they're on schedule. I also think that the bus pass included in tuition is a marvelous idea. I am even willing to pay the extra $16 to have it. However, when we come to depend on public transportation, it would be really helpful if they were on time, so that we can be on time. If I knew the bus would have been that late, I would have walked – and in turn, made it to class on time.

Melissa Johari
Honours Psychology III

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