At 4:35, there was, curiously, no bus waiting to leave. Must be on its way, I thought.
4:40 rolled around, and no bus arrived.
4:45 came around, and still no bus. Perhaps it's a football day and it's stuck in post-match traffic outside the MCG, I thought, not looking forward to the prospect of being packed into a sweaty crush of bodies all the way to Nunawading or somewhere.
Finally, 4:55 came by and the next scheduled bus appeared. I asked the driver whether that was the 4:55 bus or the uncommonly late 4:40 bus, and it turned out to be the 4:55. I enquired about what had happened to the 4:40. It emerged that the driver of that bus had left the terminus early (more than five minutes before he was due, in fact). The driver of the bus I caught saw him in Richmond at a quarter to, and noted that as rather odd.
Perhaps he had a long day and wanted to get his shift over with as soon as he could, or something like that. Though that's little comfort to passengers who were counting on there being a bus leaving for Richmond at 4:40.
It's times like these that the idea of buying a car looks tempting.
(On the plus side: there were no football crowds at Richmond today, and I actually got a seat on the train straight away.)