1. Several years ago, I complained about a driver who would stop at the same corner then run in for 10 or 15 minutes to mack on this girl who worked there, which guaranteed that I would miss my bus. Trying to catch an earlier bus didn't work well, because, although the buses on this route were supposed to run every 15 minutes, I would regularly wait 45 minutes for one to show up. The person who took the complaint was completely rude and implied that it wouldn't matter if I complained or not. And nothing changed.
2. Several years go by and I'm back riding the bus. Guess what?! New management. Management that actually does something about complaints. Unfortunately, one time it led to this driver being a complete beyotch to me for months. She had obviously been driving for years and was used to the old regime. She felt it was her right to talk down to riders, including yelling at them, give them (unwanted) advice and just doing things her way.
One night, I'm waiting for the bus. It's late, I've been working overtime all week, this is actually the earliest I've left work, and I just want to get on the bus and read on the way to BART. It's cold and drizzly. Another regular is sharing the misery. Finally, we see the bus coming and rejoice. Except the bus didn't stop. We were frantically waving and yelling and it drove right past us. I called the next morning to make a complaint. The customer relations person is being a dick, so I ask for a supervisor, who actually listens.
The next night it stops! Yea! I had one of the new electronic tickets, but it wasn't working due to bugs in the system, so I had to pay cash. This means I have to ask for a transfer. You're supposed to request one when you pay, then the driver pushes a button that prints one out. I forgot, as I'm used to monthly passes. I sit down, then, before the bus even pulls out, I jump up and run up front. "I'm sorry. I forgot to ask, but I need a transfer," I said apologetically. The driver went ballistic!
She started yelling at me, really, really yelling, about how I was supposed to ask for one when I got on and now she had to push one out. This went on for a few minutes. I almost asked her if it was as bad as pushing out a baby, but I was afraid she'd toss me off the bus. I finally got my transfer, returned to my seat, and then had to listen to her bitch and moan until we got across the Bay and to BART.
From then on, she was cold and rude. I would ask her a question, and she would ignore me. I was used to the usually pleasant drivers on this route, as it is a preferred route. One night I was riding with another driver and told him the story. He told me that this driver was really bad about not stopping at any stops that did not have signs. We didn't have a sign because the route had just changed a few months before and they weren't all up. I'm thinking that she's pissed at me because she figured I was the one that complained when she didn't stop that earlier night.
Finally, I complain again. I get a supervisor and tell him about the yelling and the ignoring. After that, she didn't yell at anyone anymore, but I counted down the days until she was reassigned. I haven't seen her since.
3. The guy who was 10 to 20 minutes late every day. Actually, there were two guys who did this. They always said they got caught in traffic, but if a substitute driver was running the route, the bus was on time.
4. "Homeless Driver" looks homeless. She wears long skirts, thick socks, a jacket and a cap with earflaps every day of the year. She also carries old garbage bags with her stuff in them. She announces all the stops, but she does it so quietly you can't hear her, and she repeats herself in a way that makes her sound a leetle crazy. She also won't leave a stop until everyone has paid, which means we sit and wait, and wait, and wait while homee with his pants around his knees digs down to his ankles for change.
5. Mr. I-Know-Every-Single-Route-and-All-the-Fares nearly got into a fight with a guy he made pay the fare who wasn't supposed to. He had also gone the wrong way on an earlier run so he asked us when we got on the bus if the route had changed.
Now, the Governator has cut funding to mass transit again, the feds won't make up all of the difference, they're probably going to raise our fares, and the last five times I rode the bus the following occurred: one bus never showed up, I had to wait 45 minutes for the next one; one showed up 20 minutes late then took twice as long as usual to travel the route with no traffic to speak of; one bus showed up 30 minutes late and wasn't our larger, nicer bus, but a stripped down city bus with too few seats.
I want a car. I'm beginning to not care about gas prices or the fact I'd have to take money out of a down 401(k) to buy one. I don't care that it's not green or I'll be stuck in traffic or I won't be able to do my homework anymore on my commute. I just want to go home and get to work without worrying every day about whether I'm going to actually get there.
2. Several years go by and I'm back riding the bus. Guess what?! New management. Management that actually does something about complaints. Unfortunately, one time it led to this driver being a complete beyotch to me for months. She had obviously been driving for years and was used to the old regime. She felt it was her right to talk down to riders, including yelling at them, give them (unwanted) advice and just doing things her way.
One night, I'm waiting for the bus. It's late, I've been working overtime all week, this is actually the earliest I've left work, and I just want to get on the bus and read on the way to BART. It's cold and drizzly. Another regular is sharing the misery. Finally, we see the bus coming and rejoice. Except the bus didn't stop. We were frantically waving and yelling and it drove right past us. I called the next morning to make a complaint. The customer relations person is being a dick, so I ask for a supervisor, who actually listens.
The next night it stops! Yea! I had one of the new electronic tickets, but it wasn't working due to bugs in the system, so I had to pay cash. This means I have to ask for a transfer. You're supposed to request one when you pay, then the driver pushes a button that prints one out. I forgot, as I'm used to monthly passes. I sit down, then, before the bus even pulls out, I jump up and run up front. "I'm sorry. I forgot to ask, but I need a transfer," I said apologetically. The driver went ballistic!
She started yelling at me, really, really yelling, about how I was supposed to ask for one when I got on and now she had to push one out. This went on for a few minutes. I almost asked her if it was as bad as pushing out a baby, but I was afraid she'd toss me off the bus. I finally got my transfer, returned to my seat, and then had to listen to her bitch and moan until we got across the Bay and to BART.
From then on, she was cold and rude. I would ask her a question, and she would ignore me. I was used to the usually pleasant drivers on this route, as it is a preferred route. One night I was riding with another driver and told him the story. He told me that this driver was really bad about not stopping at any stops that did not have signs. We didn't have a sign because the route had just changed a few months before and they weren't all up. I'm thinking that she's pissed at me because she figured I was the one that complained when she didn't stop that earlier night.
Finally, I complain again. I get a supervisor and tell him about the yelling and the ignoring. After that, she didn't yell at anyone anymore, but I counted down the days until she was reassigned. I haven't seen her since.
3. The guy who was 10 to 20 minutes late every day. Actually, there were two guys who did this. They always said they got caught in traffic, but if a substitute driver was running the route, the bus was on time.
4. "Homeless Driver" looks homeless. She wears long skirts, thick socks, a jacket and a cap with earflaps every day of the year. She also carries old garbage bags with her stuff in them. She announces all the stops, but she does it so quietly you can't hear her, and she repeats herself in a way that makes her sound a leetle crazy. She also won't leave a stop until everyone has paid, which means we sit and wait, and wait, and wait while homee with his pants around his knees digs down to his ankles for change.
5. Mr. I-Know-Every-Single-Route-and-All-the-Fares nearly got into a fight with a guy he made pay the fare who wasn't supposed to. He had also gone the wrong way on an earlier run so he asked us when we got on the bus if the route had changed.
Now, the Governator has cut funding to mass transit again, the feds won't make up all of the difference, they're probably going to raise our fares, and the last five times I rode the bus the following occurred: one bus never showed up, I had to wait 45 minutes for the next one; one showed up 20 minutes late then took twice as long as usual to travel the route with no traffic to speak of; one bus showed up 30 minutes late and wasn't our larger, nicer bus, but a stripped down city bus with too few seats.
I want a car. I'm beginning to not care about gas prices or the fact I'd have to take money out of a down 401(k) to buy one. I don't care that it's not green or I'll be stuck in traffic or I won't be able to do my homework anymore on my commute. I just want to go home and get to work without worrying every day about whether I'm going to actually get there.
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