Buses = faster than humans
I used to catch the number 7 from Paddington to Russell Square (that's in London). This was an old routemaster bus with the staircase at the back and the open platform where you could hop on/off.

Unfortunately they only came every 20 minutes or so, so one morning, late for work, I saw the no.7 waiting at the stop. It was about 50 yards away, so I broke into a part jog/part walk to try to catch it up. I was about 10 yards away when it started to pull away, so I speeded up. So did the bus. I just about grabbed the pole on the back and thought I would easily pull myself onto the platform, so for some reason I stopped running. This caused me to lean forward violently, let go of the pole and end up in a big heap on the ground. Slightly grazed and puzzled I looked after the no 7 to see the conductor stood on the platform disappearing into the distance, pissing himself laughing. And then a look of feint concern on his face.

I looked behind me to see the no 23 screeching to a halt about a yard from my feet. I got up,dusted myself down, nodded to the no23 driver, and with all the dignity I could muster, picked up my laptop bag and went and sat in the bus shelter for the next 20 minutes trying not to say Owwww too loudly.
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My mother lives along the route of the no7
I always end up on that wait of "oo, oo, bus bus... oh. 23. Bleh."
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