'Hold on very tight, please' shouted the driver down the aisle this morning. I love this bus driver. He plays 1950s bus journeys and I like that.
He is super polite to everyone, wishing them a good day when they get off.
Mind you, we are very polite on the buses in Manchester. Nearly everyone says 'thank you' to the driver as they got off.
But I learned this morning that it's sacking season at the moment. And if you drive your bus too quickly you can be for the chop.
I don't mean bombing down Wilmslow Road like you're Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves reliving Speed. Bus drivers have to keep to the schedule and not pass stops earlier than expected.
It makes sense but there is nothing so frustrating as sitting on a stationery bus, especially when there's a chance you might miss a train.
And especially when the cursed Chorley works mean there are no trains at all between 7.30am and 8.15am.
What we need are some express buses that have licence to whizz.
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The number 22 bus here is prone to the ten minute Sit and Wait syndrome. It's so frustrating...
But not as frustrating as the half hour wait for the 200 hundred coaches to leave Celtic Park, and you're stuck in a bus the wrong side of the road to the M8, with several very drunk Glaswegians. You can't even get off the bus and walk across the road, as the traffic lights are all switched off, and until those coaches have gone, you're going nowhere!