去死, 公車284! Go to die!!!
284 is the worst bus on the planet, and today I finally know it for sure. Yeah, in the past it took me to work. But it also made me late to work on several occasions, after waiting up to 40 minutes for it to come to my stop. I had to leave home half an hour earlier just in case it did take so long to come. Then the drivers started charging me twice (all of the sudden) for the distance. $30 for one way of shitty service. Then I found a different way to work, with two transfers, but still much less annoying, and cheaper (because of the MRT->Bus discount).
But today I needed to go to HSBC, as I desperately need to open another bank account. I wanted to go to the closest one, in 信義 Xinyi. The only way to get there directly is... bus 284. So I gathered all of the information I thought I'd need and went out. I waited for 30 minutes, breathing smog and fumes, and finally it came at the same time as another bus. It pulled over way away from its sign (where I was waiting). I thought it would pull up, but then I saw it letting someone off and I started to run. The doors closed and the bus started to pull away. I started waving my arms and yelling like a maniac, and I SWEAR the bus driver looked at me, but he kept driving. And 284 was gone. Then I started screaming. "Oh my god! Asshole!" and suddenly I had an audience. That's right, look at the crazy 外國人! Haha. Then I was pissed. It was already getting too late. (I had wanted to go there and come back and go to the PO to get my package, because I got a slip in the mail that was totally in Chinese except for my name, but since I'm waiting for a package I assumed that's what it was.) There was no way I was going to wait for it again. Fuck 公車284!
Anyway, I still went to the post office. Long story made short - It wasn't technically a package slip, meant for me to go pick it up. I was supposed to call a number on there and tell them when I wanted the package delivered to my house. But I couldn't read that, could I? The nice people at the post office helped me out, though. So now they're going to deliver it to my local PO and I can pick it up tomorrow after 3:30, which means I'll be able to get it Thursday morning before work.
Sorry for such a mundane post. I just felt the need to publicly curse 284. 630, you are my friend. You are almost never late. I gots to give you props, sweet 630. Everyone else can eat my shorts.
But today I needed to go to HSBC, as I desperately need to open another bank account. I wanted to go to the closest one, in 信義 Xinyi. The only way to get there directly is... bus 284. So I gathered all of the information I thought I'd need and went out. I waited for 30 minutes, breathing smog and fumes, and finally it came at the same time as another bus. It pulled over way away from its sign (where I was waiting). I thought it would pull up, but then I saw it letting someone off and I started to run. The doors closed and the bus started to pull away. I started waving my arms and yelling like a maniac, and I SWEAR the bus driver looked at me, but he kept driving. And 284 was gone. Then I started screaming. "Oh my god! Asshole!" and suddenly I had an audience. That's right, look at the crazy 外國人! Haha. Then I was pissed. It was already getting too late. (I had wanted to go there and come back and go to the PO to get my package, because I got a slip in the mail that was totally in Chinese except for my name, but since I'm waiting for a package I assumed that's what it was.) There was no way I was going to wait for it again. Fuck 公車284!
Anyway, I still went to the post office. Long story made short - It wasn't technically a package slip, meant for me to go pick it up. I was supposed to call a number on there and tell them when I wanted the package delivered to my house. But I couldn't read that, could I? The nice people at the post office helped me out, though. So now they're going to deliver it to my local PO and I can pick it up tomorrow after 3:30, which means I'll be able to get it Thursday morning before work.
Sorry for such a mundane post. I just felt the need to publicly curse 284. 630, you are my friend. You are almost never late. I gots to give you props, sweet 630. Everyone else can eat my shorts.