The Cesspit that is the Sportsplex Bus Terminal
Want to ruin my morning?
Aside from running out of milk for my Cheerios, the most effective way to make me sour at the start of the day is to make me stop off at the Dartmouth Sportsplex bus terminal. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, count yourself lucky.
I generally like the idea of public transportation. It’s like being having a chauffeur, except he is always late, and scared of parking lots as well as dropping you off at your doorstep. Oh, and you’re being driven around in the company of 30+ strangers. While I generally have no problem with this, some individuals can make it rather unpleasant. I’ve discovered throughout my public-transport ventures that the Sportsplex bus stop tends to attract the most unpleasant individuals is the Sportsplex terminal. This bus hub is like the ‘Bowser’ of bus stations; it’s big, bad, and rather smelly. This place is apparently so prone to incidents that it requires security personel in the evenings to deter brawls (I’m sure ineffectively).
The small island of cement contains a couple of small covered shelters which put you in close contact with everyone else waiting for their bus. These people tend to consist of 3 majorities: People with imaginary friends, assholes who will blow smoke in your face, and ‘ganstas’. Often individuals will fall under two such categories. All of whom are perfectly willing to throw their coffee cups, cigarettes, pop cans, receipts and candy wrappers all over the place.
This general lack of regard for others, the lack of lucidity, and mischievous youth makes the Sportsplex have a similar effect on me as the Dementors of the Harry Potter realm; it sucks the joy out of me. It’s incredibly depressing to be in such a miserable environment.
While there are certainly worse places to be on earth, this is one of the worst in HRM. If you can avoid making a transfer at the Sportsplex bus terminal - do so.
