i caught the bus to work today. i found myself running a bit late, because i only had a tenner in my pocket, and my girlfriend gemma had taken all of my 50p collection for bus fares last week (it wasn't a large collection). i had to go scott's bakery and buy an eccles cake in order to get some coins. i don't really understand why buses generally refuse to take accept notes; i suppose firms would say it isn't feasible for drivers to carry lots of heavy coins in order to make change, and carrying notes would put drivers at greater risk. i usually try to have the exact fare ready, a habit that comes from living in birmingham where the drivers do not even give change.
there are lots of buses from crossgates into town, in reality i have a choice of five. numbers 5 and 88 are ruled out because they take rather convoluted routes, the 56 goes via the headrow, which is the wrong side of town for me, so i am left with the two options. the 40 is more frequent, but the 64 is more direct. decisions decisions. as it was raining this morning, i opted for the first bus to arrive, which was the 40.
my next dilemma was where to sit. downstairs was pretty crowded, so i made for the top deck, where i played seat roulette. there was an unoccupied double seat towards the back, but it was surrounded by school-children. but should i risk sitting next to a stranger, potentially mad, drunk, smelly, or worse, a talker? i picked the latter option, and i feel i made a wise choice (this time).
i am glad that i do not have to catch the bus every day. cycling is actually quicker, as well as being cheaper, healthier, and less crowded.