I’m in the middle of my first Hong Kong fight. Frustrated and confused about what to do, my last resort is to rant and rave on my blog. Isn’t that what most bloggers do?
So, Number 1 Citybus and I are not friends anymore. Actually, this bus has never been my friend. It posts notices on the street promising me how often it will come to pick me up. Number 1 bus lies. The neat little sign states that every 6-11 minutes, Number 1 bus will whisk me away. After a 15-20 minute wait, I am steaming. Aside from that, Number 1 bus laughs at me when I sprint to the bus stop and get left behind. I’ve heard the chortles and sneers from its fat double-decker back end. Yeah Number 1, I’m talking about your fat…
You can tell I’m a little peeved, but don’t be confused. I’m not mad at the Citybus company. I have no quarrels with the drivers. My beef is with Number 1. So you might be asking, “Why don’t you take a taxi or a different bus?” Well, there are no other buses to this particular destination and I’m too cheap to take a taxi. Number 1 bus only charges me $0.45 USD. A taxi would eat me alive with a $6 USD charge. You tell me, is that cheap or what?
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Is a “potsickle” a possibility?
HA HA HA HA HA! You know, Wheel, that potsickle is in my parents shed awaiting my return for a glorious ride. How I do miss my old friend. And, no, I can’t ride a bike in Hong Kong. If I were in Beijing, then that’s all I’d be doing. But I’d be crushed in Hong Kong on a bike. The infrastructure isn’t set up for cycling. Oh well.