Memoirs of an SBS Bus Plying Route 151
Thursday, January 26th, 2006Another day of work. It’s been such a long time, but retirement seems such a distant thing.I remember the day so very long ago, so long that I have lost count of the days, or rather, weeks, or months, maybe years, decades would be the word to use probably, when I first arrived here in Singapore from the Volvo factory. The ride on the ship across the Pacific, with the old pals who have probably been retired and even reborn as drink cans or part of a pillar or something…
The last time I saw her was also such a long time ago. She was from a later batch, the one they call the motorcar. People here in Singapore are weird. They give us weird alphabets and numbers for our names. When I arrived they put my name on my face & my back, and from then on I was called the "SBS 1810". I think it’s weird that they called my younger brother the "SBS1809". He has a smaller number although he is my twin brother, born just minutes after me.
But anyway, they gave her the name "EZ 888". Wonder if that is related to this thing they fixed on my recently, called the EZ Link. I remember being so mesmerised when I saw her near the Orchard Road. She came up behind me and I was so excited my wheels went numb and I slowed down so that I could steal a few more glances at her. To my surprise she actually could read what I was doing, and she winked at me a couple of times and gave a few hoots too! I always knew I had a sexy butt. But unfortunately she has gone. I had she has been re-incarnated as a pillar at this place called Suntec City. WOnder where it is. Have never been there. Last time I saw her was when I was 10 years old, a long time ago. How I miss her so!
Anyway ever since those younger chaps with internal cooling systems inside them appeared, I have been made to ply this route they codename 151. Seems a very popular route I must say, because much of the time I am filled to the max, and much of the time the fella driving me has to wave people away because there is no more room in me for them. When I first started serving on this route I thought I must be important to be assigned such a popular route. However soon I did not feel so anymore…
Those people who ride on me are mostly what they call the students here. Heard that it is the equivalent of what we used to call scholars back home. Here in Singapore it seems that what they call scholars don’t ride on me because they ride airplanes and go study in Universities that are much closer to my homeland. These students love to complain and whine it seems. They call me names like old, ricketty, ancient, stuffy, slow, junk etc. Nothing good about me it seems, from their point of view. They even keep wishing I were quickly dead so that the young guys with the internal cooling system would take over my job. Little do they know, however that we are all still going strong. My brother and our childhood friends are not going to die soon. I think that our owners have been great to us by assigning all of us on the same route, though the rest also get called the same names. Ungrateful fools those students are!
Anyway later I realised the real reason why all of us veterans were assigned on the same route. It is to teach those fools a lesson for all using concession passes. It seems they pay a certain amount of money each month and they get unlimited rides on the public buses. Since they all do that, resulting in less revenue for my owners, they have decided to teach them a lesson by maintaining a low frequency along this route, and also having all the non-aircon buses. Revenue is the same regardless of the frequency, and of course the smart thing to do here is of course to make them wait 15 minutes between each bus, and more when they can’t get on the over-crowded bus and have to wait for a few buses to drive past before they manage to squeeze on! Furthermore since air-con buses generate more revenue from pay-per-trip passengers, it would be a waste to deploy them here! What do they think? Bus company serve the country means no need to make profit? Does SBS stand for School Bus of Singapore to them?
Haha serves those ungrateful fools right. I always get a kick when the driver, or what they call the Bus Captain, waves those bastards away and passes the bus stop without stopping.
Anyway not only my owners, but even I have a bone to pick with those people. Somehow along this route I get to pass by several schools, therefore the bulk of my passengers are students. These people I don’t know why have got very long legs. They are always complaining about not having enough leg space and pressing their knees against the back of the seats in front of them. Don’t they get sore knees from doing that? If so why don’t they just stand instead of try to squeeze into the seats? What I know is that it causes me to hurt. Furthermore so many of them squeeze into me each time that my insides get so hot, and they all start perspiring and making my seats wet and sticky. Don’t they know how gross it is? Why do they have to squeeze in? Are they in such a hurry everytime that they all have to squeeze into me instead of wait for a few more buses? After all I am leading such a meaningful life anyway although I have never done any exams or attended any lessons. So why do they behave like it’s such a big thing when they don’t get to lessons or exams on time.
Complain, complain, complain… Not happy don;t take the bus lah! Can’t get on the bus, complain. Bus too slow, complain. Bus too stuffy, complain. Have to stand, complain. Like that they go set up their own bus service lor. Maybe name it the Association of Tertiary Aircon Schoolbus (ATAS) or something.
Talking about that I have realised that it is not only the students, but most of the Singapore people who are like this. What can go wrong from being half an hour late? I heard that once a year in August the high-ranking politicians in Singapore all gather at this place called the NUS UCC which I pass by everyday. the leader among them makes a speech it seems. Perhaps next time to get them to set a good example they shoudl all take the 151 to the venue. Many of them will be late and they will all arrive soaked with sweat. Then they will learn that life goes on even though you are late. Hopefully everyone will then get the message and the people will learn to take things easy.
Going off to rest soon. Time for my daily replenishment of fuel. Maybe my time is really up soon. Nowadays either my stomach is getting smaller or I’m burning calories faster. Maybe soon they will find me too much of a burden to feed. Wonder what I will get reborn as by that time. 1 thing I think will be apt for me is to do something similar to what I am doing now, to be reborn as a sardine tin. Wonder if it will work out. Well, going off. Another back-breaking day tomorrow ferrying those idiots again…
The writer is taking a break and therefore got a guest-blogger in his place. He re-iterates that his blog is not meant to be taken seriously and no offence is meant to anyone in particular. Any resemblance to any person or thing, living or alive, is purely coincidental. Lastly, something funny to share with everyone:
