THE THANKS KEEP ON COMING FOR COMMUTE

THOUGHT I’d share with you my experience of commuting from Melbourne to Geelong on Thursday night’s commute.

Thank you goes to “me” for missing my train.

Thank you to the “crackhead” who parked a car on the tracks that the train I happened to miss hit.

Thank you, V/Line, for keeping us stuck on our train for four hours in the “Bronx”.

Thank you, V/Line, for organising the bus company to collect us last. And for the retired non-Englishspeaking bus driver that had no idea where the hell he was or how the hell to get to the stations.

Thank you, Vic police, for almost blocking every exit out of the Bronx because you were investigating.

Thank you, me, for the first time being able to read a goddam map to get us the hell out of the Bronx.

Thank you, husband, for laughing your head off at me trying to read a map and directing a non-Englishspeaking old bus driver with a full busload of strangers out of the Bronx, and delivering them to their stations.

Thank you, vibrating white lines on the side of the road . . . you constantly kept our driver alert and our bus on the road and sort of in its lane.

Thank you, Mr Antique Bus driver, for your big smile as you told me in broken English this was so exciting to you as you had not driven a bus for more than 10 years since you retired, because the city became so congested you crashed into things.

Thank you to the lovely terrorised very tired passengers who at times bleated out little screams of fear and “please get me home”.

Thank you, V/Line, to have a train pull up at the same time as our bus arrived . . . it could have saved us the terrorising white-knuckle trip.

Thank you, Hungry Jacks, for not being open after 5.5 hours of dreaming of you.

Thank you, V/line, for providing world-class service, you really are truly in a class of your own. I don’t think anything else compares to it.

Bernadette, Queenscliff