Pushing the Limit

You know what? I’m getting sick of public transport. Do you know how many times I’ve been late for work because the transport apps they use aren’t accurate? Just this morning, it claimed my 8:17 am bus would arrive at approximately 9:08 am. That didn’t seem quite right. The bus hadn’t even left its first stop yet, so if it was running almost an hour late, how did they know exactly when it would arrive? Driving would be easier, even if it does cost a bit more. All right, a lot more, since I’m horribly afraid of it breaking down. If I knew about some reliable car service in Prahran, it wouldn’t be a problem. Then there’s the petrol costs, too. Maybe it would just be easier to bite the bullet and deal with the busses and trains. But then again, I’d have to deal with my boss being less than happy that I’m ten minutes late. That’s not something I want to deal with again.

My friend told me the other day that he always goes to a great mechanic near Caulfield, where he lives. I suppose that wouldn’t be too far, and his recommendation really was glowing. I might give it a try. It can’t be worse than sitting in the cold for a ghost bus. It’s the worst when you get up early, especially during the winter, and get on a bus that has its heating broken. At least I’m in control of my car heating. If it has an issue, I can get it fixed, rather than being at the mercy of the transportation department. I kind of just wish a mechanic would fall out of the sky, in need of a place to stay and some food. I could cook them up a feast, and maybe they’d offer to fix up my car in exchange. I’ll keep holding out for a miracle, however unlikely.