You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
--- Bloody Men / Wendy Cope
Addendum: My take on it: If no buses are coming, you should call a cab
RT @jemauvais: "Bloody women are like bloody taxis. They keep appearing but are always taken, the available ones don't stop and when you finally do get one, it takes you for an idiot, brings you on a wild goose chase, and cheats your money in the process."
