fuckity london public transport
actually not ALL of this is fuckity london public transport's fault, some of it is my own ignorance but anyway.
today i wanted to go to the hither green fayre. my original plan was to leave at 1pm but i was being hideously productive in the flat and it was on till 5pm so no biggie that i was running late.
i didn't mean to be running quite so late as i was but when i finally got out of the house and on the road, i was really looking forward to it all. i'd left KD at home with a snotty cold.
first - i arrived at the bus stop JUST too late to catch my bus, as it was leaving.
"no problem" i thought, "i'll just go to new cross gate and have a choice of three buses instead."
unfortunately, i didn't have that thought in time to catch the next bus going to new cross gate.
after waiting for a while, i got the next bus going to new cross gate. well, they all do from that stop so even i couldn't make that huge a mistake.
after only a few minutes at new cross gate, one of 'my' buses came along.
getting to lewisham was no bother at all and off i hopped, to go look for the 273 bus stop. i was looking for the 273 bus stop as fuckity london public transport had told me to catch that one to hither green station, from lewisham.
there WAS no 273 bus stop.
"alright" i thought "i'll catch the 225 instead, i KNOW that goes there - oh - and while i'm here, i'll check fuckity london public transport to see if a train might be quicker"
so i did.
and i'd just missed a train. by ONE minute.
and there wasn't another 225 nor train till 3.24pm.
at this stage, it was only 3.08pm.
"arse and fuck" i thought.
wee ell was telling me via text that a 181 was also good for hither green. as i was texting her back, i looked up to see the 181 going past.
"arse and fuck" i thought.
(by this stage, i was already feeling The Foreboding. it's not just that it's Rapture Day, it was definite Foreboding.)
so! i looked for 181 on the bus stops (there are two) - couldn't find that either.
i decided i'd hold out for a 225.
i texted wee ell to let her know.
i looked up to see the 181 going past.
"oh for fucking fuck's SAKE!" i thought.
and i swear to you - it didn't stop at the right stop. well it couldn't - THERE, WASN'T, ONE.
The Foreboding was getting stronger and i texted wee elle to let her know that i was considering changing direction and going back home.
while i was texting her, the 225 went past.
well and truly before 3.24pm.
i only know because i looked up in time to see it whizz by me.
it hadn't stopped at its own stop, but the other one, further down the road, that it shouldn't stop at.
at this point i called KD, i was definitely feeling like my best option was to return home.
as i was waiting for her to answer, i looked in a different direction and saw a third, fucking, bus stop.
with a 181 at it.
leaving.
"fucking fucking FUCK!" i thought.
KD answered and said it was fine to come home (i wanted to leave her in peace if she was feeling shite).
i did two about turns as i tried to decide what to do and decided to go home. it was after all Rapture Day and only polite to spend the last few hours of my existence with the woman i love.
i got to my bus stop across the road, my bus arrived approximately seven seconds later, i was home in 15 minutes.
FIFTEEN MINUTES!
i am now having a well earned glass of wine.
oh - and the 273? still looking for that bus stop. fuckers.
today i wanted to go to the hither green fayre. my original plan was to leave at 1pm but i was being hideously productive in the flat and it was on till 5pm so no biggie that i was running late.
i didn't mean to be running quite so late as i was but when i finally got out of the house and on the road, i was really looking forward to it all. i'd left KD at home with a snotty cold.
first - i arrived at the bus stop JUST too late to catch my bus, as it was leaving.
"no problem" i thought, "i'll just go to new cross gate and have a choice of three buses instead."
unfortunately, i didn't have that thought in time to catch the next bus going to new cross gate.
after waiting for a while, i got the next bus going to new cross gate. well, they all do from that stop so even i couldn't make that huge a mistake.
after only a few minutes at new cross gate, one of 'my' buses came along.
getting to lewisham was no bother at all and off i hopped, to go look for the 273 bus stop. i was looking for the 273 bus stop as fuckity london public transport had told me to catch that one to hither green station, from lewisham.
there WAS no 273 bus stop.
"alright" i thought "i'll catch the 225 instead, i KNOW that goes there - oh - and while i'm here, i'll check fuckity london public transport to see if a train might be quicker"
so i did.
and i'd just missed a train. by ONE minute.
and there wasn't another 225 nor train till 3.24pm.
at this stage, it was only 3.08pm.
"arse and fuck" i thought.
wee ell was telling me via text that a 181 was also good for hither green. as i was texting her back, i looked up to see the 181 going past.
"arse and fuck" i thought.
(by this stage, i was already feeling The Foreboding. it's not just that it's Rapture Day, it was definite Foreboding.)
so! i looked for 181 on the bus stops (there are two) - couldn't find that either.
i decided i'd hold out for a 225.
i texted wee ell to let her know.
i looked up to see the 181 going past.
"oh for fucking fuck's SAKE!" i thought.
and i swear to you - it didn't stop at the right stop. well it couldn't - THERE, WASN'T, ONE.
The Foreboding was getting stronger and i texted wee elle to let her know that i was considering changing direction and going back home.
while i was texting her, the 225 went past.
well and truly before 3.24pm.
i only know because i looked up in time to see it whizz by me.
it hadn't stopped at its own stop, but the other one, further down the road, that it shouldn't stop at.
at this point i called KD, i was definitely feeling like my best option was to return home.
as i was waiting for her to answer, i looked in a different direction and saw a third, fucking, bus stop.
with a 181 at it.
leaving.
"fucking fucking FUCK!" i thought.
KD answered and said it was fine to come home (i wanted to leave her in peace if she was feeling shite).
i did two about turns as i tried to decide what to do and decided to go home. it was after all Rapture Day and only polite to spend the last few hours of my existence with the woman i love.
i got to my bus stop across the road, my bus arrived approximately seven seconds later, i was home in 15 minutes.
FIFTEEN MINUTES!
i am now having a well earned glass of wine.
oh - and the 273? still looking for that bus stop. fuckers.