When Public Transport Played Tricks on Me

Using transportation has a knack for etching memories into our minds and we all have that one journey that remains vividly alive in our memories. It could be a meeting, a heartwarming gesture or a funny turn of events. These experiences turn into stories we share with a blend of laughter and nostalgic reminiscence. Personally my memorable trip wasn't really a pleasant one.

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The only time I would say that my experience with public transport was great would probably be when a stranger paid for my transportation. However, it has been a long while since I received such a gesture, as it is, the economy is biting hard. People are struggling to make ends meet, and it's hard to find someone who is willing to go the extra mile to help others. It's sad, but it's the reality we live in.

During one weekend, my sister and I were on our way to school when we suddenly encountered a problem with public transportation. The driver had to signal to the passengers to assist him in pushing the vehicle.

As a result of the vehicle's condition, my sister and I complained bitterly that we would arrive late to school that day. As if that was not enough torture, it got to a point where other passengers got to their destination and the only people who were left on the bus were my sister, the driver, and I.

Our excitement over the bus finally moving steadily was short-lived when it suddenly stopped abruptly again, and the driver asked my sister and me in a rude tone if we wanted to sit there or help him push it.

My sister and I quickly got out of the bus, embarrassed and angry. I reluctantly joined my sister in pushing the vehicle because I had to other option and I needed to get to school. We were both relieved when we managed to get the bus to move.

In the process, I felt sorry for the man who had to push his vehicle early in the morning, already, I felt like my wrist had dislocated due to the strain I put on it from pushing the vehicle. I was exhausted and frustrated. I wished I had chosen a different vehicle.

Another bus helped push the bus I was in into a petrol station that morning. It seemed dangerous because the vehicle being pushed by the other bus behind had no control over its own motion. I was relieved when the bus driver managed to take control of the bus, and we were able to get to the petrol station safely. It was a terrifying experience, and one that I'll never forget.

At first, I had thought that the driver wanted to park his vehicle somewhere in the petrol station to see what was wrong with his vehicle, but he went directly to the attendant and bought some fuel. I looked at my sister in awe and wondered if purchasing fuel would make the bus work, instead of calling a mechanic.

The next part made me cuss the driver in my head.

He turned on his car's engine right after he bought fuel, and it immediately came to life, and he drove us to our destination. Before he went to get fuel, he made us push his bus, made my wrist hurt, and made us think that his bus was faulty. I even pitied him, not knowing that it was his empty fuel tank that caused the problem.

He knew but didn't say anything, making us think he was helpless. We were fooled into thinking that his bus was broken, when in fact it was his empty tank that was the problem.

It was good that I managed to get to class before the lecturer that morning.