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Waiting For the Bus This Morning
Morning commutes rarely go exactly according to schedule, especially when unexpected roadworks disrupt public transportation across a major metropolitan route. This morning at quarter past eight, I joined a crowd of twenty commuters standing under the shelter at the Church Street bus stop. Rain was drizzling steadily, and commuters repeatedly checked their smartphone transit applications to see when the delayed number forty-two bus would finally appear.
We have waited at this bus stop for twenty-five minutes, yet no bus has arrived. An elderly gentleman standing beside me grumbled that public transit reliability has deteriorated since major utility roadworks began near the railway bridge two weeks ago. He explained that he has taken this identical route every morning for fifteen years and that buses have never been so irregular. Other frustrated commuters nodded in sympathetic agreement as cold wind blew damp autumn leaves across the wet pavement.