After waiting nearly 45 minutes for the bus, I only have time to sit here and wait for the soup to boil before rushing off to work.  So in pure frustration I cast letters on the screen, and they are directed solely at you TransLink.

I love this city, I really do.

I have a lot of criticisms and frustrations about certain aspects and certain corners; the dark smelly alleys of the beast that is Vancouver you could say.  But more and more, transit is beginning to drive me to points of utter insanity.  With the schedule that I keep, and the tasks that fill up my to-do lists, I really don’t ask for much:

• A night once a week where I completely let go.

• Nourishing, satisfying eats and drinks to fill my belly.

• A good book to keep by the bathtub when I just can’t look at one more textbook.

• But mainly a solid group of friends to stand by me.

All these things I have completely.  I am fulfilled on a daily basis about the good in my life and the joy that all my extraneous influences bring to the table.  The inspiration I receive from the music, the words, and the people of my life fills me.

But when something stands in the way of these things, I have a tendency to rage.  So when I’m stuck at a bus stop for 45 minutes, and I know that I could be reading that book beside the claw-foot, be with my friends, or be having a little dance somewhere, everything goes pear-shaped.

So fuck you transit!  I don’t know where your buses magically disappear, or if someone just decided to take a break, but figure the shit out!  I’m sure I know very little about the delicate workings of a transit system of our size, but dammit! I really don’t give two shits.  This boys got things to do and places to be, and for Christ’s sake, my soup is burning!

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