Throughout my work life in Melbourne, I have blamed public transport when I clock in to work late, even when the core reason is my own incompetency and warm bed. 'Bloody 96 tram' ' Fucking Connex' 'Bloody 246 bus', 'Punt road like a carpark' etc. It's kind of like in PE when I was 13, when I used the same excuse 3 x in a month to get out of swimming. 'Use one of the mini ones' was the unsympathetic advice I got from Mrs Hooke.
This morning, somewhat oddly, it took me an hour and 35 minutes to get from Northcote to work, due to the shameful state of transport infrastructure in this otherwise fabulous city. It would have been quicker to pull on my runners and walk here. Excuse more than legitimate this morning.