Dear TransLink, you broke my heart tonight.
You promised an evening of bright lights and city streets. You said you’d pick me up at 8.04 precisely. You said the trip would be seamless, economical, green even. You guaranteed I’d be home in my hotel room by 8.46. I trusted you… I believed you…
Instead you stood me up, left me in the dark, the hot wind howling in from the north. You left me sitting by a row of smelly rubbish bins with only a friendly brush tail possum to keep me company. You left me waiting for fifty minutes…
I’m a once bitten twice shy kind of girl so my Go Card will probably have to go to someone else – which is a shame since I topped it up today in a wave of optimistic love.
The happy taxi driver who rescued me from my abandonment told jokes, listened attentively and dropped me safely to my hotel in 7 minutes. He may cost a whole lot more, but I think it could be the start of something beautiful.
So I’m sorry, TransLink, there’s no easy way to say this, but I think we’ll have to break up.
It’s for my own good.