To bus drivers: The schedule you are supposed to keep is not a suggestion of what your arrival times should be, but the times you are fucking supposed to be there.
This. This this this. Even worse is when they sometimes come early, so you don't know if you missed it or if you need to wait just a
little bit longer (as opposed to waiting for the next bus).
And then most bus drivers have the nerve to be an ass about it if you bring it up, or just be an ass about any arbitrary thing. Some people say that it's a stressful job. I say that that's there own damn fault for deciding to work as a bus driver, and that what stress that does come with the job probably isn't so much more than they (should've) expected that they need to take it out on their customers.
"Oh, uh, wait, I just passed my stop, can I get off here?", says a middle schooler who has only recently began riding the metro bus to get to school and doesn't know the route very well. She even waited for a red light to ask. The door opens and she makes an effort to get out as quickly as she can so as not to keep anyone waiting, should the light turn green. She steps down the stairs, when-- "Well you shoulda got off at yer stop." grumbles the elderly lady driver, as though my ability to hear was equal to that of a cantankerous elderly person who drives a bus.
No shit; I just figured it'd be nice to get off at an unknown area a few blocks further away from my destination than my bus stop was. No, really, I enjoy going scavenger hunting for landmarks that I vaguely know of while wearing a heavy-ass backpack on hellishly hot days. I clearly missed my stop deliberately.
That was a few years ago, and since then, I try to avoid talking directly to bus drivers if they don't show any display of sociability beforehand.
I am raging slightly at how much text I write in things that are supposed to be short responses. I know how to lengthen posts, but I can't shorten them.