Public transit

In Uncategorized on December 17, 2012 at 12:22 PM

While living in Utah, I forgot how tedious it was to travel via public transit. That’s not to say I had a car; I had my license, but no auto, I would walk to my places…

As I sit here, the Placer County bus is speeding down the highway, headed into Roseville, from there I will transfer to another bus line and finally see my nephew; his birthday was yesterday and I missed it.

The Sacramento RT drivers act as if it is a burden they would rather not bare when you get on. The Placer Co drivers are all to happy to have you on their line. It is also cheaper to ride the Placer bus than it is to ride the Sac RT. Maybe it is because I have lived in Sacramento too long, and expect every person on the street to be a rude, ill mannored jackass, but the populus of the Placer County riders are nice and even helped my mother the last time we rode with her Christmas tree. (she was bringing it for my sister.)

I have only been to my sister’s neighbourhood one other time, but there the people seemed like they where all too happy to have interactions with the general public. I’m not saying that I enjoy the general public, but here they act as if the Elephant Man came walking up to you as a Leper. Maybe Sacramento is California’s depository for jerks and jackasses?

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