Buses Continue To Be The Work of the Devil

... but may still be the best alternative.

Yesterday, having once again finished my swimming and lunch at a time of day when there was a forty minute wait for the next bus, I braved the alternate route for a second time. By the time I'd caught the tram and then the train and reached the alternate bus stop I was already thinking that it was taking me at least as long as it would have if I'd waited at the first stop ... and then the bus I would have been waiting for pulled up. And this is why I usually choose a public transport route that involves fewer switches over one that's theoretically faster - fewer things to be late and go wrong.

Unfortunately, this leaves me with a different problem: there is no shelter at the first bus stop. I've gotten horribly sunburnt there once already when I forgot my sunscreen, and sitting in the rain as we move into autumn and then winter doesn't sound much more appealing. There aren't any convenient libraries or other public spaces in the area where I could wait out forty minutes. Maybe I just need to start ordering a second coffee after lunch so I don't feel bad about taking up the table for an extended period.