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Oct. 30th, 2009 02:21 pmI hate First tugboating Bus Hampshire, the tugboating useless tugboats.
At Fareham bus station this morning Hazel, the guy we meet there and I stood waiting for the 6.40 bus...and waited and waited. At 6.55 someone finally told us that the bus was coming and had been delayed by a faulty transponder. That had Hazel wondering what a transponder was; our friend replied "You're not supposed to know what it is." He had an alternative theory : the driver of the bus woke up late, and wasn't going to take the bus out till he'd had his morning coffee.
I typed a tweet into my mobile phone to say I was fed up standing around like a suet pudding, but the predictive text system didn't have the word 'suet'. It offered me a choice of 'stev' or 'queu'. What kind of a dictionary doesn't have 'suet'??
Just as we were starting to wonder if the bus was getting merged into the 7.10 service (which would have been no use to our friend as it doesn't go to Whiteley where he works) our bus turned up on the hour.
Hazel and arrived at work 20 minutes late, but there was more to come on the way home. I had enough hours in the bank to knock off at lunch time; the 12.01 bus was delayed because of traffic congestion at Segensworth, so arrived at Fareham too late for the 12.15 82 bus home. The 12.35 simply never turned up, despite someone spreading a rumour ten minutes late that it was 'on its way'. Nobody from First Bus bothered to tell us about the cancellation, let alone give us an explanation, so none of us 15 or so people had the option of taking alternative routes - we were all simply left hanging, to cram onto the 12.55 bus. I was pissed off and hungry when we started to move. At least the chip shop was still open when we finally made it to the White Hart.
At Fareham bus station this morning Hazel, the guy we meet there and I stood waiting for the 6.40 bus...and waited and waited. At 6.55 someone finally told us that the bus was coming and had been delayed by a faulty transponder. That had Hazel wondering what a transponder was; our friend replied "You're not supposed to know what it is." He had an alternative theory : the driver of the bus woke up late, and wasn't going to take the bus out till he'd had his morning coffee.
I typed a tweet into my mobile phone to say I was fed up standing around like a suet pudding, but the predictive text system didn't have the word 'suet'. It offered me a choice of 'stev' or 'queu'. What kind of a dictionary doesn't have 'suet'??
Just as we were starting to wonder if the bus was getting merged into the 7.10 service (which would have been no use to our friend as it doesn't go to Whiteley where he works) our bus turned up on the hour.
Hazel and arrived at work 20 minutes late, but there was more to come on the way home. I had enough hours in the bank to knock off at lunch time; the 12.01 bus was delayed because of traffic congestion at Segensworth, so arrived at Fareham too late for the 12.15 82 bus home. The 12.35 simply never turned up, despite someone spreading a rumour ten minutes late that it was 'on its way'. Nobody from First Bus bothered to tell us about the cancellation, let alone give us an explanation, so none of us 15 or so people had the option of taking alternative routes - we were all simply left hanging, to cram onto the 12.55 bus. I was pissed off and hungry when we started to move. At least the chip shop was still open when we finally made it to the White Hart.
