Taken for Another Ride...

...in the shuttle!

Is it always inadvertent that I happen to be seated next to a strangely smelling guy?

Does the volume of the person screeching his wit out on the tuner never seem to slow down?

How can eleven people possibly fit into a small stuffed stinky van?

Do people remember to jam all telephonic networks only when they are on their way to work?

Why is the probability of a door opening up midway pretty high only when I am seated next to it?

Why do roads suddenly seem to be in an atrocious condition when I am inside the van?

When exactly can I find a decent looking shuttle??