Evidently "Bus Ride" is too esoteric a term for some folks to comprehend.
I enjoy how you appear to regard inattention to the resources you and some others provide as a personal affront.
It brings to mind a possibly apocryphal story I once read that has stuck with me. There was a fellow repairing or otherwise manipulating a moving sidewalk in an airport in Sweden if I recall correctly. He became increasingly enraged that significant numbers of passengers chose to eschew the moving sidewalk in favor or the normal, static walkway. In order to entice people onto his moving walkway he subtly and gently increased its speed. I'm sure you can see where this is headed. Greater speeds had no discernible effect on the numbers of passengers electing to use the moving sidewalk. As his ire grew he more and more abruptly increased the speed until at the end the poor souls who did use the moving sidewalk and their carry-ons were hurled off the end of it like some bizarre modern catapult.
When I reflect on all this I always find myself wondering about his thoughts as he was led away from the airport and to the sanatorium. I suspect he would have been more sad than angry, and maybe more pitying than sad, but perhaps that's just my natural optimism getting the better of me.
