Jesus Christ the #2 bus will be the end of me
I had to take it to get the elementary school I have my practicum at and, like, it’s just bananas
First of all there are two types of #2 bus.
One that goes where I need and one that doesn’t.
So you have to ask every #2 that pulls up if it’s going to 41st Avenue.
9 out of 10 bus drivers will respond ‘No’.
And so you wait and wait and wait despite Google maps and the sign and all the other signifiers say it’s coming in two minutes.
They mean the other #2.
Then you may get on the right #2, after all the missed attempts, and even with confirmation that it is going all the way to 41st Ave, this #2 may very well just stop on King Edward Ave for no reason and cease to move ever again.
You may wait on the inert bus, in naive hopes it will start moving again, or you can follow suit of the outraged cleaning ladies, with all their cleaning supplies in tow, and storm off, walk a few blocks, and get the hell on another bus
This ordeal, which should take 20 minutes, but you gave yourself 45, to be safe, may take an hour and fifteen minutes
This was more or less my National Noodle Day, ladies and gentlemen and non binary peoples.
Good thing I had the spicy peanut Noodlebox, made with tofu and extra spicy
This was one of the first things I ate when I moved to Vancouver. Christina, Daniel and I had it for breakfast because we walked by the one on Main Street and Chrissy got all excited.
Oh the warm noodley memories