Where is the love?
Today the buses that connect the two campuses of my university had their schedule changed. This wroke havoc as many students missed the buses they were expecting to catch. One of the 2 buses from 6 o’ clock were moved to 5 pm, so at 6 there was only one bus; Some people (such as myself) who arrived on time to catch it, waited for quite a while, without a a clue why it was taking so long to arrive, until some other people mentioned that it actually had got filled pretty quickly (evidently!) and left before schedule because of that. How convenient!
So we wait a full hour for the next bus. Meanwhile other people start to arrive at the bus stop, willing to catch the 7pm bus. There was no line, so when the bus arrives, everybody starts getting entering it… until the driver says no more people can get in. About 20 people were left outside — many, including me, who were already waiting since 6 pm. We talk to the driver for a while, bet there’s no apparent solution, there’s nothing he can do.
Then I suggest him to ask the people inside the bus — those who arrived there to catch the 7pm bus — whether any of them was willing to give up their places for someone who had already waited an hour. The other guys around me laugh, which takes me by surprise. I mean, I know I shouldn’t expect everyone to be a good samaritan, but 1 in 40 is not expecting too much, right?
Wrong. After I ask the driver for the second time, he agrees to try that, shrugging his shoulders in disbelief. And voilá, indeed not a single soul felt guilty for having a place in the bus after a 5-minute wait, while condeming others to wait for 2 hours. Well, at least noone felt guilty enough to do or say something. Come on guys, where is the love?
I guess I wanna live somewhere else.