The Day My London Bus Had an Emotional Breakdown
(And Other Transport Tales)
Let me tell you a London truth: you haven’t really lived here until a bus you were on has suddenly decided it doesn’t want to be a bus anymore.
The sign lights up: ‘This bus terminates here’
No warning, no explanation. Just a very British act of quiet resignation. Like the bus had an emotional breakdown mid-route, whispered “I can’t anymore” to itself, and checked out of the system.
Cue twelve confused passengers standing in the drizzle, collectively staring at a vehicle that’s just retired early — probably to pursue watercolour painting or therapy. I look at the sky (grey, obviously), then at my phone, which optimistically suggests there is another bus ‘in 4 minutes.’ Of course, it's lying. Again.
Welcome to London’s transport system: a marvel of design, obsessed with punctuality, easily bruised by a single drop of rain.