UK 
United States
Years ago, before I’d entered the world of work, I used to spend seemingly endless chunks of my life waiting for buses to ferry me to and from school.
I was often left frustrated: the result of buses failing to arrive on time and my own youthful impatience.
When I eventually arrived at home, after a school slog bookended by unreliable double-deckers, my mother would always ask how I was. More than likely, I’d respond to her with some classic teenage apathy sprinkled with a helping of bus-related kvetching.
And, more often than not, my mother would agree with me: as she saw it, buses were indeed, unreliable.
