Friday, March 26, 2010

Our Relationship



Let's chat about this.

Translink to Me is like oil to water, oxygen to a flame, a rogue baseball to a window. We just shouldn't be mixed.

If translink was a person we would constantly bash heads. It would be like two elk going at it in the wilderness. I, of course being the prettier elk. Antlers crashing, possible grunting. Just for effect let's throw these elk in a cage... Cage match!

I'm a believer in Murphy's Law and with transit, it never fails.

Take this morning for instance. I woke up on time thus allowing me to leave on time to catch the 7:57 701 to Coquitlam station. I got to the bus stop at 7:47 and waited. Almost excitedly. Today is the day I'll have time to get Starbucks before work! The usuals start arriving at the stop then 7:57 rolls around... No bus. We look around at each other and shrug. Typical 701!

Let me give you a quick briefing on the 701.
Worst bus ever! It is never on time. It runs on it's own schedule. The one posted at the stops along it's route are arbitrary and mean absolutely nothing.

Anyway, back to the story. Because the 7:57 didn't arrive until 8:04 I didn't make the 8:06 169 to Braid which means no tall no whip pepperment hot chocolate. Ugh. Instead I'm on the 8:20 169 with Picky McGee who two days ago decided it was necessary to pick his nose the entire way to Braid station (whole other post) on one side of me and a very tired snorer who decided my left leg is a resting place for his hand.

However! There is a new person on this bus, he's making things a little better. He looks like Bryson from my life is Liz - that MTV show that for some reason has me hooked. (we will not be discussing my tv viewing habits ever)

I don't know why I can't sync my schedule in the morning with that of the 701... Oh dear god skunk... But I only have a few days left of taking it. I'm sure the 129 to Edmonds will have some good stories too...

There is a woman standing infront of a seat on the train but won't sit... I'm not seeing the logic.

I'm fairly certain my train ran over a skunk.

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