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Dublin Bus, again, suck donkeys.
I got on a 46A this morning. It broke down. "Get on the bus behind," the driver said. So about twenty people got off the one bus and on to the other, shivering a little in a very cold wind. As was still well and good until we got to Mount Merrion or so, where the bus suddenly hung a right. "Diversion," the new driver said, and kept driving until he got to an industrial estate in Stillorgan, where he stopped, and got out a flask to have a cup of tea. "Um, Dun Laoghaire?" someone asked, cautiously. "Nah," he said, "this is a 46B."
Silence.
Passenger: "It says 46A on the front."
Driver: "Ah yeah, forgot to change that."
Passenger: "We're supposed to be in Dun Laoghaire."
Driver: "Nah, you want a 46A for that. You get off there and wait a bit, and there'll be another 46B along in a bit, and that'll take you back to the dual carriageway, and you can get a 46A from there."
So we got off and we waited, in the aforementioned cold wind, for twenty minutes, and eventually another 46B arrived, and took us to the dual carriageway. And then we waited for another ten minutes in a cold gale, and finally a 46A arrived.
I didn't even have the opportunity to complain, as an elderly nun was providing volume and vehemence enough for all of us. And threats of violence to boot.
I got on a 46A this morning. It broke down. "Get on the bus behind," the driver said. So about twenty people got off the one bus and on to the other, shivering a little in a very cold wind. As was still well and good until we got to Mount Merrion or so, where the bus suddenly hung a right. "Diversion," the new driver said, and kept driving until he got to an industrial estate in Stillorgan, where he stopped, and got out a flask to have a cup of tea. "Um, Dun Laoghaire?" someone asked, cautiously. "Nah," he said, "this is a 46B."
Silence.
Passenger: "It says 46A on the front."
Driver: "Ah yeah, forgot to change that."
Passenger: "We're supposed to be in Dun Laoghaire."
Driver: "Nah, you want a 46A for that. You get off there and wait a bit, and there'll be another 46B along in a bit, and that'll take you back to the dual carriageway, and you can get a 46A from there."
So we got off and we waited, in the aforementioned cold wind, for twenty minutes, and eventually another 46B arrived, and took us to the dual carriageway. And then we waited for another ten minutes in a cold gale, and finally a 46A arrived.
I didn't even have the opportunity to complain, as an elderly nun was providing volume and vehemence enough for all of us. And threats of violence to boot.