Well the airlines also fall within the scope of public transportation so here goes my airline story from this past weekend.
Let me just say that it is about 600 miles from New York to Detroit. You could drive this in about 8 hours, give or take.
So I check out of the hotel, head to the airport and get there at 12 noon. (start the clock) Flight sceduled for 1 something. Get there, of course, the flight is delated until 2 because they were waiting for the pilot to show up. Where is he? At the bar?
2 o'clock comes, pilot has aparently showed up, but the flight is delayed another hour for some strange reason. But we're gonna go ahead and board at 2:30.
2:30 - we board.
2:45 - everybody's sitting down in the plane with their seatbelts fastened and their tray tables in their full and locked upright positions. The plane is at the gate.
3:00 - ditto
3:15 - ditto
3:30 - Captain coms on the radio and says we are still waiting for a GROUND CREW to come over to this plane and give it a push back from the gate...as I look out the window and several ground crews chillin outside. You mean THAT ground crew? Would you like one of us perhaps to go and ask them since you seem incapable of doing this yourself?
4:08 pm - plane pushes back from the friggin gate.
4:30 pm - "Ladies and gentlemen the control deck has informed us that we are currently #17 for take off." Because they, what, forgot that we too had to take off today?
5:something we take off. It has now been 5 hours and some change since I arrived at the airport. Had I driven from Detroit to New York, this would had placed me somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania.
7:00 - we land at LaGuardia.
7:30 - still waiting for bags
7:45 - walk outside of the airport for the first time and
catch a stand in line for a cab.
8:05 - make my way to the front of the cab line and get in one.
8:20pm - get home. 8 hours and 20 minutes having passed during this flying experience. Roughly 20 minutes over the amount of time it would have literally taken me to drive a car all the friggin way from Detroit.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my beef with flying.