I rode the bus for about a year before I got my license. Since I live in a rural part of the US, the only people that use any sort of public transportation are alcoholics who lost their license, hobos, and schizophrenics. It also only ran a few times a day, and wouldn't run if we got a weather occurance such as a few snowflakes hitting the ground, or gusts of wind faster than 7 mph. I had plenty of terrifying conversations with crazy people, and at one point, a bus driver who hated his life and loved to drive by my stop without even glancing as I waved my arms frantically. He quit doing it when I complained. The experience definitely inspired me to go get my driver's license.
Here are my thoughts on it, summed up:
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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