I always suspected HTM was trying to kill me.

Ever since my bicycle was stolen, I have been forced to use the public transportation system in the Hague, Hague Transit Management (HTM). This was supposed to be temporary, as I had intended to purchase a new bike as soon as a cheap one was available, but alas, one never came about.
But on with the story, Ever since I started regularly riding the bus and tram here, I have noticed that the time schedule posted on each stop was in no way related to when they would actually arrive at the stop. Due to these irregularities, I have frequently had to wait for upwards of a half hour for a damn bus, as the busses are much more inaccurate than the trams, time wise. Being as soft as I am, I want no part of standing in the cold that long and I know that as soon as I start to walk where I need to be, the bus will show up, so I always wait.
Because of all this lateness, I had assumed the people of HTM were, naturally, out to get me. They had been subtle about it for months, occasionally giving me hope by sending a bus just a few minutes after I got to the stop. Although, more often than I care to count, a bus would pull away just before I get to the stop and the bus driver always ignores my flailing arms and cries to stop. But, alas, these were all suspicions, until Monday.
Monday, I was heading to a movie with some friends, so naturally I took the bus. Seats were scarce, so I took one at the very back. For background, it is necessary to know that the normal HTM busses have three doors, on in front to get on and one each in the middle and the back for exiting. Because I was seated at rear of the buss, I chose the rear exit. Well, supposedly, the bus driver did not notice that I was back there, so at the stop, he opened both exit doors, but the rear door opened and closed very quickly, lodging me in the door. One would think, as a safety mechanism, the doors would reopen with a bit of pressure against them, and I'm sure Boudreaux would back me up here. But, the Dutch will have none of that. The doors were tightly closed on me and wouldn't budge, no matter how hard I pushed. Finally, the driver heard my cries for help and opened the doors again, setting me free at last, thank god almighty.
This driver feigned remorse and apologized, but I know he was part of the greater HTM conspiracy to destroy me.