And its not much different right here in Portland:
It never occurred to me that a job as simple as driving a bus would
require so much abuse, leadership and complexity. Incidents like these
are one of the reasons why I avoid taking the bus whenever possible. The
first time I boarded a public bus in Los Angeles, I found myself
trapped next to a homeless man who carried four bags of decaying trash
along for the ride. He had snuck on the bus through the back exit and
had refused to leave, despite multiple requests from the driver to
"please pay your fare or exit the bus." The stench was so unbearable
that I found myself heaving over a trashcan after getting off. When this
driver threatened to call the police, the man shrugged off the threat.
He intuitively knew that the bus driver would not congest the entire bus
line to wait for "the po po" to arrive.
Clara Tsao: What's It Like to Be a City Bus Driver?