This game makes me appreciate the relative realism built into ETS and ATS.
Maddie, does watching this guy’s mad pro bus skillz give you heart palpitations?
There are a lot of tricks to riding the bus.
If you go during the busy times of the day, you may not get a seat due to the sheer number of people. However, during the busy times there are also a lot more buses running, which means that you might have a shot if you’re one of the first in line.
If you go during the dead times of the day, then you also may not get a seat, as there are a lot fewer buses running and the lines to get on the bus grow quite a bit between buses.
However, there appear to be a few times during the day where the bus company still determines it to be busy but there are lulls in the number of people taking the bus. This is best represented in graph form. Times circled in green represent good times to take the bus, times in yellow represent bad times.
Why? Because I felt like it.
Also, this is pretty fantastic.
Today’s song: Save Me a Place by Lights
The Inevitable Bus Rant
I like the bus. I really do. It gives me a chance to just zone out and listen to music while not worrying about anything else before school/after school/on the way to Safeway-Walmart-wherever. However, there are a couple of things that bug the hell out of me.
“There are thirty people waiting in a line to get on this bus…hmm, I’ll just barge my way to the front and get on first.”
I think this is my biggest pet peeve. This DRIVES ME CRAZY, mainly because the bus I take to campus in the morning is usually very crowded due to the time of day. I don’t think a person waiting patiently in a line should get screwed over and have to stand when another person decides they’re more important than the rest of the world and pushes other people out of the way to get on first. It’s not the last helicopter out of Vietnam, so stop being a dick.
“I’M ON A CELL PHONE, CAN YOU HEAR MY CONVERSATION?!”
Why the hell are you yelling? Tell me why? Does the reception suck that bad? And if so, why didn’t you call your friend BEFORE you got on the bus? I don’t care that you’re holding a huge party at your house on Thursday, and I’m sure the rest of the people on the bus don’t, either. Notice those angry glares you’re getting? Of course you don’t, no one exists in your world but you.
“I HAVE AN IPOD, CAN YOU HEAR MY MUSIC?!”
I’ve ranted about this before. The reason for headphones is so that other people don’t have to suffer through your Avril Lavigne habit. Did you notice that picture near the front of the bus with the little stereo crossed out on it? Yeah. That applies to you near-deaf or soon-to-be-deaf people who don’t understand that many decibels = hearing loss, both to yourself and the poor soul that has to sit next to you and listen to an obscenely loud and tinny version of “Hit Me Baby One More Time.”
“I’m going to stand right in front of the door, even though I’m not getting off the bus until it arrives at its final station!”
This doesn’t bother me when the bus is full and there’s no place else to stand. This bothers me when there are like ten seats still open and some dude with a backpack the size of France decides to blockade the door so that people have to maneuver around him to get off the bus. I think it’s acceptable if you’re getting off at one of the early stops, but if you’re not getting off until the bus reaches the other side of Vancouver? Sit down or stand somewhere else.
“Oh my god, I totally just went shopping and all my new purchases need their own seat!”
Not a problem on non-crowded buses; a big problem on the #7. Do you see that old lady standing because there aren’t any open seats? She’s standing there because of your shopping addiction, you jerk.
WOAH what a weird morning.
I woke up at like 4:30 this morning and felt like death, so I kinda aimlessly wandered around my apartment for half an hour or so before collapsing back into bed. I woke up for real at about 9:50, which I thought was okay, since stats doesn’t start until noon.
Until I realized that stats ACTUALLY starts at 11. Which gave me approximately an hour and 10 minutes to get dressed, walk (run) to the bus, get to campus, and hike up to the math building.
Well, let’s just say that the powers of the universe were on my side. Just as I sprinted to the bus stop, #7 showed up, and just as I got to my second stop, #480 showed up. So now I know that the absolute fastest I can get to campus is 25 minutes.
OH, and then I saw some calculus graffiti on a recycling bin. I’m not freaking kidding. It was an integral equation for 1/3 (or something like it, it was in black ink on a dark green bin). I wanted to take a picture, but there were too many people, and I didn’t have but my crappy camera phone.
I shall go back later and take it.
Alternate title: “The Buses are Interesting”
To the guy whose music was loud enough for the whole bus to hear it:
Not all of us like Maroon 5, dude. Turn it down. Also, how can you still hear anything?
To the group of high-school kids in the front seats who were oblivious to the two elderly ladies who had to stand in the aisle:
To the girl who got on the bus, dressed, in her own words, “like a fucking whore:”
Good advice: don’t start telling random strangers on a bus how you’re not even eighteen yet, but that you got “totally wasted” last night and had a fight with your boyfriend and your two best friends who ditched you at the bus stop. And are you physically unable to speak without yelling? Also, last time I checked a map, Barcelona—as much of a “party capital” as it may be—is not in Mexico.
To the girl deep-throating the banana:
What the fuck?
To the guy lip-synching to “Carry On Wayward Son:”
Rock on, dude. I couldn’t hear your music (take a hint, Maroon 5 guy), but you were so obviously enjoying Kansas I almost interrupted you to ask if you wanted to play Rock Band with me later.