Why is there a difference between the fare of a train, bus, and aeroplane?

What is the difference between a bus and an airplane?

A bus… roads. Feels like lifetimes just going across town, you know?

• Buses, they crawl. City to city, sometimes. Small world.

Planes… Air. Oceans shrink from up there, or so they say.

• Airplanes eat distance. Far, far away. Like escaping.

Wallet cries for a plane ticket. Bus? Well, it’s always an option I guess. Slower hurts, though.

• Buses, cheap slow and local. Airplanes? Expensive, fast, world-wide.
• Always dreaming of a ticket, you know.

I took a bus last week actually. I went to visit my mom. It took 6 hours. 6 hours.

Why do they call a bus a bus?

Oh, the whisper of history, a breath on the wind. Bus. The word itself, a soft rumble on the tongue. Omnibus. For everyone. Yes.

A shared journey. A collective breath held, exhaled in unison with strangers. The clatter of wheels, a rhythmic pulse against the pavement—2024, and still, the same.

That shared space, that’s the heart of it. Anyone. Everyone. No reservation needed. Unlike those stuffy stagecoaches, all formality and pre-arranged seating. Imagine the freedom. The simple act of stepping aboard, joining the flow.

The open road, a tapestry of fleeting faces, blurring landscapes. A single word encapsulating that collective experience. Omnibus. Reduced. Simplified. Bus.

My grandmother, bless her soul, always took the bus to market on Tuesdays. I remember the smell of her perfume, mingled with the diesel exhaust, so distinctly. The scent of possibility, of community, of bustling life.

• The evolution of transportation: From stagecoaches to buses, a shift in accessibility and freedom.
• The magic of the word: Omnibus. A beautiful word. Shrunk down, perfectly.
• Personal memories: My grandmother’s Tuesday trips. The scent of her perfume, the diesel fumes, the city’s heartbeat.

The democratization of travel. That’s the core. Every single person, embraced by that rolling metal beast. A symbol of shared experience. A journey for everyone, really.

What does missed my bus mean?

Bus gone. Late. Damn. Next one? Hour? Meeting at 10. Ugh. Gotta run. No time for coffee. Spilled coffee yesterday anyway. All over new shirt. White shirt. Why do I even buy white shirts? So dumb. Need to call Sarah. Project deadline. This week. Crazy. Should’ve taken the earlier bus. Always cutting it close. Gotta stop doing that. Phone almost dead. Great. Just great.

• Missed opportunity.
• Running late.
• Time mismanaged.

Need new shoes. These are killing me. Walked so much yesterday. Downtown meeting. Traffic was insane. Never again. Should have biked. Need to fix bike tire. Flat again. Second time this month. Maybe glass? So annoying. Remember that pothole on Elm Street? Huge. Probably that. Ugh.

• Physical discomfort.
• Transportation issues.
• Mechanical problems.

Sarah needs those reports. By Friday. Today’s Wednesday. Crap. Totally forgot. Need to email her. Now. Before I forget again. Meeting room 3B. Don’t forget. Last time I went to 2B. So embarrassing. Everyone staring. Red face. Like a tomato. Never again. Need more sleep. Stayed up late. Working. Always working. No life. Just kidding. Kinda.

• Work deadlines.
• Memory lapse.
• Social awkwardness.