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why the stm is driving me crazy

i posted a little while ago about a little detour snafu near my office involving some temporarily relocated bus stops. i was happy when, a day or so after my post, someone from the transit authority did put some notices up on the permanent stops so that commuters would know they'd moved and not just assume they'd been abandoned.

unfortunately, as the saying goes, you can bring a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. but in this case, the horses are bus drivers.

for some reason best known to the drivers themselves, the detour appears to be strictly optional. some drivers follow it and turn the corner a block west of my office. others plow right on through and follow the regular route.

the "fun" part of this is positioning yourself so that you can see any oncoming bus and then guessing where it's going to stop. since there's an easy 300m between the stops, your reactions need to be very quick. there is also a busy intersection and if you haven't planned right, you get to play frogger against oncoming traffic. [ironically, the oncoming traffic includes the bus, which means it could catch you instead of you catching it, although that would at least be one way of ensuring it stopped in a specific place.]

at the moment, this just sounds stupid, but i assure you, when it's happening, it seems flat-out diabolical. i understand that there is a lot to take care of, but surely having the buses make stops where they're supposed to is one of your chief tasks, stm? i mean, if you can't handle that, you should probably put the breaks on any grander plans you have. because believe me, no one will mind the seats being uncomfortable if it's a choice between that and the bus showing up and stopping at the bus stop signs, we're ok with cramped buttcheeks.

tomorrow, i have to get to an appointment. the appointment isn't until 3, so i should theoretically have lots of time to work a half day or more and still make it. The problem is, i don't know how long i'm going to have to account for stalking a bus in the hinterland just because the drivers would rather play by their own rules. perhaps i should work from home.

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