What is with the bus drivers here?

I'm glad my computer is feeling better - except for heading out for trampoline class, I was basically a hermit all day! Besides, it POURED rain all day today - it wasn't exactly the sort of day I wanted to be wandering around the city anyway. I got a lot of random work done today. I'm about two days' work away from having all the pictures from last summer's camps ready to be inserted into slide shows. (Sidebar - whose idea was it to write the campers' names in HUGE letters across their hats? It was great for identifying the girls during camp, but it is causing me ENDLESS hours of extra photo-shopping as I prepare the pics for the slide shows. GROAN.) I booked our train tickets for Jen's and my adventures to Canberra, Perth and Adelaide over the summer/Christmas break (we'll be on the road/rails for basically the entire month of January). I arranged to fly up to Canberra next weekend to go camping with the Girl Guides there, and to meet the lady whose house Jen and I will be living in/house-sitting for our longer trip to Canberra over the New Year. I chatted with my parents and a whole slew of friends via the magic of MSN and Skype. So although I really didn't go very far, I feel like I was somewhat productive.

Here's yet another topic I've been meaning to blog about for a while, and today is the day. Seriously now - what is with the bus drivers here in Melbourne? I swear they're all completely psycho. Most of my commuting around the city I do on the trams or on the trains, which are slow and sedate. But every Wednesday Jen and I get to sit on a bus for almost an hour on our way out to our trampoline class. And every week, without fail, we seem to get on a bus where the driver's ultimate goal in life is to drive as erratically and jerkily as possible. Yes, it has been a different driver each week. Several times, we've almost been thrown off our feet as the driver careers into the bus stop where we need to get off. There's no excuse for it in my books. I mean, seriously... by the time the bus makes it all the way out to where we need to go, we're usually the only folks on the bus - so the driver should be able to tell when his only two passengers are standing up and waiting to get off. Today's driver also wove erratically in and out of the traffic and kept braking at random intervals, as if to keep us all awake or something.

Ok. Rant over. I promise. :-)