Where’s that bus? I don’t want to miss the train show.
Where’s that bus? There’s a cold rain falling.
I might fall asleep and miss my stop.
I’m thirsty and the water bottle is empty.
CC will throw the first pitch soon.
I need to make dinner for the boys.
I don’t want my wife to walk home in the dark.
He’s already held it in for so long.
I’m gonna end up in the first fucking row and my neck’s gonna be sore for a week.
Where’s that damn bus?
Technology exists underground, for most of New York, that tracks the trains along their route. Screens display the time of the next arriving train. And then the next one after that. No such service on the A Train. Nothing doing at the bus stops. You wait unknowing or you walk.
I guess the Blue Line doesn’t utilize that technology for the same reason that A and C Trains are the oldest, crappiest trains in the system. Nobody wants to spend any money on the A and the C. And I’m sure there is some preposterous reason why the MTA can’t develop an app that will track a bus as it inches through traffic as the frozen darkness descends upon your stop.
But c’mon, man. In this day and age, there’s no way we should be helplessly wondering where’s that bus.