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Monday, July 27, 2009: Calgary’s Transit System is Probably the Devil
I’m not sure what it is about buses in Calgary. I honestly didn’t think anyone would be able to top the forty-minutes-by-bus, ten-minutes-by-car antics of the public bus to Trent University, and I’m still not entirely convinced anyone has…but there’s still a distinct possibility that the transit system here is genuinely evil.
Scenario A: My friend and I needed to catch a bus that would take us to another bus that would, in its turn, take us to a play rehearsal. The first bus was three minutes late and ended up stuck in traffic for a further three minutes, making us two minutes late for our connection. Since the next bus would not be turning up for half an hour, we decided to take the twenty-five-minute walk to the venue. We found ourselves strolling through a completely empty industrial wasteland. If we had caught the bus, we would have been ferried in eerie silence from abandoned stop to abandoned stop. There were no people. We did glimpse some briefly on a golf course, but the golf course seemed separate from the strange limbo into which we had been propelled.
Admittedly, the landscape was not exactly the bus`s fault. There was also, however…
Scenario B: The same friend and I had to visit a certain costume shop. We had a choice of catching a bus that would take us right there and catching the C-Train, then transferring to that bus. We picked option A and arrived at the bus stop just as the bus was pulling away (again, it ran every half hour). We then walked for fifteen minutes to get to the C-Train station, got ahead of the bus, got off the C-Train, and ran frantically around looking for a bus stop, which we did not find. The bus passed us. A ten-minute walk later, we found a stop. (We arrived at the store to find that it had been closed for half an hour, but that`s a different story.)
My friend has learned that uttering the words, “This plan is foolproof; nothing could possibly go wrong” in relation to Calgary buses is a really bad idea. I have learned that there is a form of transporation more frustrating than the Bathurst streetcar.