It is a wee walk to the tram stop from our front door. Invariably as we step from the building's front door door to catch a tram, three trams sail past. We walk to the tram stop and wait and wait.
I was in need of a haircut and I have eventually decided GI Joes in Brunswick Street is where I like it done.
It was all so perfect. As I arrived at the tram stop, a tram arrived. As I arrived at Collins Street, the West Preston tram arrived. As I left the salon, a city bound tram arrived.
I had an errand to do in Elizabeth Street and since I was close to Queen Street, I thought I would catch a bus home. Three buses routes pass by our abode from Queen Street and they have reasonably good service intervals.
So why did I have to wait twenty minutes for a bus in the late afternoon? By the time a bus arrived, I could have been home if I walked to Swanston Street and caught a tram.
A certain stubborness stopped me from looking at the timetable at the stop and it stops me now from checking on bus times at that time of the day.
Much as I may complain about tram service, it does not usually go so wrong as that. Don't quote me on the figures but surely if there are two bus routes with a twenty minute service interval and one with a fifteen, I should not have had to wait twenty minutes. (waiting time exageration adjusted) At that time of the day, the intervals are less than that anyway.
This is the third time this has happened to me in the same location. One day I will actually check the timetables and try to work out why it happens.