Today has been nothing but jolly when it comes to buses. Waking up at 6:15am hungover as hell on Mondays really isn't my favourite thing or something I do often. Only cure, booster juice. I stopping in this morning at Scotia square for one. Went outside to catch bus 9 to finish my jaunt to work. I was then told by a very lovely *sarcasm* bus driver no drinks are allowed on buses. Are you fucking kidding me? Considering this is something I've done often I wasn't impressed. She wasn't too sweet about it either. Cut to 5:30 pm today, I'm waiting for the 53. One drives right by me without even hesitating. You could at least pretend to stop. Next one comes by, I fumble to find my bus pass for max 30 seconds and I was told either get on or off because they don't get paid to wait for me. It really doesn't take much to do your job with even a quarter of a shit eating smile. I do. I'll still say thank you every time I get off because its not all drivers. But living in Halifax for only 5 months has proven its transit is some of the worst. —Team hate buses