the wellingtonista

I got on the bus the other day with a $20 note, being the only cash I had. I usually use plastic but keep a $20 spare for "emergencies".

I got a glared at, was very loudly told that "we're not a bank you know" and after much tsk-tsking, sighing and head-shaking finally got my ticket and slunk, red-faced, to the least conspicuous seat.

Patronising and self-important bus drivers are partly why I'd given up on public transport and car-pool to work.

Well, that and the fact that the bus timetable isn't so much a timetable as a series of broken promises...

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