Wonder of Wonders

This morning I walked from my house at 859 knowing that the timetable says there should be a 301 to Circular Quay at 901 and a 303 to Martin Place at 903.

You can image my surprise when, just after I had sat down and got my book out, ready for a long wait a bus turned the corner. I was even more surprised when I got on the bus, put my ticket in the machine and it was spat it out with this on it…


I nearly said something pithy to the bus driver, but I didn’t want to be chucked off for making smart arse comments about the punctuality of buses, when it was likely his first day back after the Christmas holidays.