This chapter was inspired by this post written by a wonderful friend of mine, Isabelle Evans. 

I’ve been using Dublin bus almost every day for about a year and a half now. Because of my travel card, I can get loads of buses every day without spending loads of money. Believe me when I say that I take advantage of this. Here are some of the lessons that I’ve learned from the wonderful/horrific thing that is Dublin bus.

Trust No One. 

I’ve had buses disappear on me when I’ve needed to go somewhere. I’ve had buses drive past me when I’ve been waiting for them in the rain. I’ve been waiting for the last bus of the night only to have to fork out for a taxi because the driver decided to only go as far as the city. I’ve learned that I shouldn’t rely on anything and that I should always have a back up plan in case things go wrong.

Time is an Illusion. 

I’ve been convinced that I’m going to be late to an appointment, only to get there with time to spare for a coffee. I’ve been on a bus with plenty of time to arrive at a meeting, only to realise that I’m ten minutes late when I step onto the street. I’ve learned that when it comes to Dublin bus, timing rarely makes any sense.

Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff. 

I often find myself late because of Dublin bus. I’m used to walking in to lectures ridiculously late, or arriving to meet my friend for coffee only to see an empty cup sitting in front of them, or apologising relentlessly to the waiter when I’m an hour late for a dinner reservation. I used to sit on the bus in a sweat worrying about how late I’m going to be. But sometimes I just can’t control how the bus is going to affect my punctuality and I’ve learned that whether I’m freaking out about being late, or whether I’m feeling calm and zen, it’s going to have the same outcome. And nothing too bad has ever happened as a result of my lateness.

Don’t Judge. 

I try not to judge people based on stupid reasons, but anyone who has found themselves on a Dublin bus on a few occasions is aware that it’s home to a number of different characters. Believe it or not, I’ve actually ended up having some nice conversations with people who initially looked a little intimidating. And I’ve also had some lovely looking people be extremely rude to me. I’ve learned that pre-judging people is tiresome, pointless and stupid.

Preparation is Key. 

A pair of earphones, my travel card, a set of sunglasses. These are all key things when I want to get on the bus. I’ve learned that I need to always ensure that I’m equipped for the most comfortable journey possible. Because as good of a service as it is, the comfort of passengers is not very high on Dublin bus’ list of priorities.

As much as I give out about it, I’m extremely grateful for Dublin bus. Using it every day provides me with a number of humorous stories to recount to my friends in college and I really wouldn’t get anything done without it. When you drink wine like me every day it’s also a good thing not to have to drive.

Dublin bus means that I can drink whenever I want to.

And that’s a beautiful thing.

Check out Isabelle’s blog Tales of a Hun. 

Listen to my interview with a college student who doesn’t drink:

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