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sometimes they close the entire bus stop for a couple of months. they put a lot of traffic cones a couple of blocks surrounding the bus stop.

sometimes the bus comes late or doesn't come at all.

some bus drivers have the nerve to bark @ me.

For me it is most tedious when I have two or more flights to my destination. Things can go wrong on the transfer airport. Flight delays can cause problems and break connection with the next flight.

Too many people and I have to go to a different terminal. That happened to me. I missed the flight from Moscow to Amsterdam, so I couldn't go by train from Amsterdam to home. While I was yet in Moscow, I had to book a hotel in Amsterdam, and continue my voyage home the next day. I had luck that that hotel had rooms left.

Direct flights are never a problem. They happen smoothly.

I always felt most comfortable on the bus or train when it was practically empty. But the more people that got on, the more stressed I'd get. And I always made sure to have my music on me to help keep me grounded. In that sense I'm definitely glad I have my own car now.

The bus and train rides to and from work seem to take too much time money and energy

Almost falling asleep on the way to work and back

Could transfer to a store closer to my house but ASM Javier works there now

(Rolls eyes)

The store two miles from my house has a litterbox lock and day laborers

They make me wanna puke

Since I was a child, I've enjoyed traveling by public transport. Up to a certain point.
One day, I got on the tram and took a seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone walking from behind very quickly (almost running) along the tram, then turning sharply and stopping above me, standing as close as possible. I tried to see face of this person but couldn't. She was looking around the vehicle and appeared to be a tall woman with blond hair. I considered giving her a seat, but she didn't look elderly or infirm, so I didn't want to make a fuss. About two minutes later, I wanted to get up and head for the exit, but I couldn't because the woman was practically "glued" to my seat. So I sheepishly apologized and waited for her to move.

At that time, I began to wonder if I should have offer a sitting place for her, but it was too late to change my mind. I also had a strong feeling that someone at the back of the tram would soon start shouting and accusing me of not giving her a seat. I was right. A moment later, a loud, indignant female voice from the very back of the tram shattered the silence. I felt my heart pounding with stress. My fear level was extremely high, like in a life-threatening situation. I tried to turn around and locate the screaming aggressor, but I experienced such intense sensory overload that my vision blurred completely, and I couldn't hear a thing – I felt like someone who had received a powerful blow to the head. After a moment, I managed to calm down a bit and saw an enraged woman of about 45 yelling at the entire tram, complaining that I hadn't given a seat to an elderly woman. Her voice was filled with such hysteria and drama that I felt like someone who had committed the worst social crime. I was slightly shocked that it was an elderly person and wondered why I hadn't noticed this. At one point, the loud woman's throat was so tight with indignation that she couldn't utter a sound; she simply moved her lips silently, making pained, tearful faces.

At that moment, I realized something was wrong with her—considering how hysterically she reacted to a rather trivial situation, made a scene in public and saw nothing wrong with it. I stared at her, paralyzed, unable to move or ignore her—the sense of danger was too strong. A moment later, the loud woman, whom I had perceived as crazy, terrifying, and unpredictable, began to smile widely with a distinct superiority (which only confirmed my previous belief—how can one change emotions and mood so quickly in a matter of seconds?), looked at me triumphantly, shouted something more with a highly pitched, patronizing voice, and finally ended this terrifying "show" of the one actor. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to turn my gaze toward the door—but I did it very slowly, almost robotically—I couldn't do it any other way (a long time later, I learned that this was a sign of autistic shutdown).

Then the loud woman seemed to realize something was wrong, because I saw shock and confusion in her eyes. But I didn't care anymore. I just waited for the tram to finally stop so I could leave this awkward situation. Only some time later did it dawn on me that this supposedly older woman was deliberately pushing onto my seat to force privileges from me - which I did not recognize. Since then, I've disliked traveling by public transport because it reminds me of that experience every time. Even though it happened 12 years ago (I was 20 then), I can't forget it. Just sitting down is also stressful and tiring because I constantly have to look around if I should to offer the sitting place for someone. And interacting with strangers is quite difficult for me.

I apologize for writing so much, but this situation was so traumatic for me that I hope getting it out will help me cope with this.

To sum up, the issues that are very problematic and stressful for me in public transport:
-people who are drunk or stoned - dangerous and harassing others
-homeless people who smell so bad that it's unbearable
-people who force seats from others in an intrusive, irritating manner
-people who attack others for not giving someone a seat
-older people who shout and make a fuss when they cannot find a free seat.

Given that we never know who we'll be traveling with, and whether such a trip will end traumatic, I prefer to avoid public transport. Even if a row breaks out and I'm just a passive observer, it's too much for me.

the bus closest to my house, has been scheduled every 12 minutes, for the past couple of years. as of two weeks from now, they are changing it to once every 30 minutes. so inconvenient. maybe i should work @ the home depot closer to my Pigpen.

working @ the current home depot takes a lot of time, $$$ and energy to get there.

considering getting a razor scooter so i could ride it from the train station to my house, instead of the bus.

limitations:

$$

might be too clumsy now to ride a scooter

no way to lock it up @ work, and don't wanna leave it unattended in the lockerroom

in the winter, after work, it's dark/raining after i get to the train station (and sometimes before getting to the train station)

the sidewalk in front of home depot has a lot of cracks on it, and some drivers drive recklessly

might get made redundant any day now
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otherwise i could:

move to a different apartment

transfer stores

work fewer hours or zero hours

New bus schedule started Sunday

So inconvenient

Exhausted all the time already and getting older not younger

Can't financially afford to move somewhere with better public transportation, get a car, or anything like that

Maybe I should just reduce my work availability to four days a week, not five

Might as well, because exhausted all the time and the "Angelas"

In my region, they're reinstating a new train line.

They've essentially removed what I needed to get to my city,

replacing it with brand-new buses.

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I don't know how it'll work.

They go on the road, and you have to wait for them with tons of people waiting with you.

It embarrasses me.
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The rest (at least here) is very punctual.*
It always runs on time.

The trains arrived on time and left on time.

The buses will do the same.

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But I'll have too many people every time, and it will last for several months.
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On the train, however, you're anonymous; you just sit in your seat and read a book or something on your smartphone.
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Here, where I am now, the high-speed train operates.

Very good.

From north to south

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But some areas aren't covered.
So you have to take local trains, the regular ones crowded with commuters or students.

Which go at a maximum of 100 km/h.

And in some regions it's a maze, you have to change from the bus, or the subway, to a regular train on a winding route where if you don't know it, you can't orient yourself and miss that train.


A high-speed train goes at least 300 km/h instead.

It would be enough to build lines entirely with high-speed trains only.

I can't stand the delays in some places.

Others are hyper-precise.


Here, if you travel by car on the highways, everyone violates the rules.

Putting other people's lives at risk.

They seem stupid.

They think they're Formula One drivers.

They don't keep a safe distance.

People watching YouTube vlogging at full volume, without headphones; seems to have become fashionable on the public transport of Greater Manchester

There can be upto three people doing this at a time on the top layer of the bus

It makes my head spin, I tell you

I've had lots of unexpected situations happen to me on the bus.

Like one time when I was sitting in the exact seat some kid wanted to sit in, and he threw a tantrum. I didn't know what to do. The parent didn't seem to do anything. But the kid stood by my seat pointing and crying "I wanna sit there! I wanna sit there!" I was in a very awkward situation and didn't know what the f**k I should do. I felt everyone on the bus were watching this and judging my response - which was to stay put. But some older people on the bus might have thought "that girl is being mean, she should give up her seat for a crying child", so I felt like a wicked witch. But I didn't want to be won over by a child in front of everyone by getting up and finding a different seat. I felt so embarrassed. What are the odds of something random like that happening to you when travelling on a bus?

It would have helped the situation if the mother apologised to me for her son, but she didn't intervene at all. Maybe she thought I should have given her kid my seat.

Yeah it's "dog eat dog" on the bus sometimes

Hi Tamaya !

You reminded me of an absurd situation.
I was traveling from Stockholm to Karlstadt.
With a friend and her son, who has level 3 autism.
The boy didn't approach anyone or shake hands with anyone.

He took my numbered seat on the train, I took his.
He basically made the decision.

He leaned his head against me!
Mom laughed: he didn't do that with anyone.

He understood that I was like him: as if we understood each other.
He's brilliant.
He has an IQ measured on the low WAIS scale, like 100.
But he wasn't competitive: he simply answered the test without thinking or trying to get a high score (it makes a difference).

On the trip, he had punched me on the glasses before: in the taxi he had a meltdown and the punches on my sunglasses.

I always went out with them.

Buying them there was difficult: our brands didn't have them, and together with others we are the world's leading group.
So super quality.
German Zeiss lenses (best optics in the world, Carl Zeiss initially built microscopes. If one was defective, they destroyed it. To illustrate the German quality of the time, later reborn with Zeiss lenses).

I'm getting to the point, okay?

A Swedish girl of about 25 arrives.
She demands her seat number.
The train was empty.
She could have gone anywhere in that section.
She started pestering me about "her seat assigned on the ticket."
Okay, I replied in English; you're right, the child is autistic and he didn't do it on purpose.

Please, could you sit somewhere else? The car is empty.

We spent about 15 minutes talking in their broken spoken English.
In Norway, it's excellent.
In Sweden, not so much.

I'm not very good at it either, but we both understood every interaction right away.

I just couldn't take it anymore, I was so stressed out by the enormous interaction.

I told her: Enough now. Can you please go ask the train conductor what to do?
She left.
The train conductor was really nice.
She smiled at us.

I thought: Go and move that kid, he'll put a meltdown there!

It happened on the bus too (I don't want to make people think Swedes are rude: some are very nice).

But others, not at all.

They made fun of him because he had echolalia.
At that point, I started talking out loud about co-perception and integration, and that only in that country had I encountered such intolerant people




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The whole bus was silent. We got out upon arrival. They looked at us very badly. I looked them one by one in the eye instead. They didn't do anything. We were taller than them, only the child's mother was 180 cm without heels. She's blonde with green eyes. Her son is now almost two meters tall. In fact: you're not bad, you're not to blame, you didn't do anything on purpose. As an autistic person, I can't understand what a non-autistic person thinks. Generally, and perhaps not even an autistic person. Unless he knows how to reason. He blames himself, wants everything to be right, is sensitive to the attitude of others, sometimes too much. Generally, if he doesn't notice something, it's because he really doesn't notice it. He has no malice. He doesn't try to screw others. If he understands that you are in difficulty (even if it's just rational empathy: there are two types... instinctive and rational). However, for the most part, we are very correct people and *consistent with what we say ,then we do it. I think that if a person is in good faith, honest, he should not feel uncomfortable about what others might think of him.

H.F.