Trials and Tribulations of public transport

This Blog is dedicated to the trials and tribulations of the little adventure I like to call the 17 Dublin Bus From Rialto to Dolphins Barn or wherever it goes. I will start off with my most terrible meeting with the the bus. It was a cold Tuesday afternoon and a tired disoriented moi makes his way to the bus terminal to catch the ever unreliable 17 bus home.


I arrive at the bus terminal and stand at the first bus stop which has 17 written on it oblivious to the fact that there is two different buses which are both called 17 but have different routes i stand there confident in myself that I am in the right place. So after which I can only describe as 20 minutes of my life that i wont get back watching number 10 buses come and go several every minute, where does the number 10 bus go? I see the 17 bus come majistically come around the corner to the delight of the people at the bustop beside the one where I had stationed myself, somewhat confused why the bus had stopped at what i thought was the wrong bus stop jog over at last i think to myself i can sit and relax. The one euro fifty jingling in my hand as i step up onto the bus and place my money into the slot and proudly say Nutgrove Avenue only to have the bus driver insult me cause they cant be arsed to fuckin change the name of one of the buses to the 17 a. well ive rambled on for longer enough now so i urge you to go against the flow and risk the 17 bus and see what magical adventure you end up on. Yours in physics and blogging, The Feminist Warrior.