Finding time
In the blink of an eye, another weekend has come and gone. It’s a familiar feeling that many of us experience - the sensation that time is flying by, leaving us wondering where the hours and days have vanished to.
It doesn’t take much: one smarmy bus driver and my mood has taken a dive.
Transport NSW (I think it is) is rolling out a new NFC ticketing system called Opal, very similar by all accounts to Myki in Melbourne (but not compatible, right?). It’s been hyped and advertised for a couple of months, with the promise that “some paper tickets will not be available after September 1st”.
Dutifully, I bought an Opal card before my last bus trip, only to find that it’s only usable on certain trips – and so far none of my buses are included. Instead, the readers have a sticker over them stating, “not in use, blah blah blah”.
It’s my third free trip, so I ask the bus driver, “These aren’t being used yet?”
“Read the sign”, he replies. The dick.
Bring on self-driving cars and buses, I say. Better than the self-entitled, lazy, resentful, ill-mannered, holier-than-thou cock-spanks that drive buses and taxis in this city.
Rant ends. I feel much better, thanks Internets!
