I'm going to remember to press the bell before my stop today. Isn't that self-explanatory, you ask? Well... So I was riding back from Mong Kok the other night. Knew where my stop was and everything. The bus driver was pulling into the stop so I walked to the exit door. Why isn't the door opening? I looked at the guy next to me and no help. Do I push the door open like the buses in the US? Nope, nothing written on the door. Oh no, he's driving off...
I hurried over to tell the bus driver I wanted to get off and he muttered "say something earlier next time" and pulled over. I was hoping he would open the front door, but no. I had to walk to the other door, having to walk pass half the bus of people who were probably annoyed or amused. And then I waited for what felt like eternity for the driver to open the door. I've had worst moments but I sorta wanted to crawl into a hole. I just looked ahead and walked at normal speed, imagining the whole bus of strangers staring at me. (okay fine, being melodramatic.)
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