The bus is only going to go as fast as it’s going to go. The repeated stops are not only the point of a bus, but factored into the schedule. Getting irritated at the constant stream of befuddled folks taking perhaps a full minute to board doesn’t help. Worry only raises the blood pressure. Breathe deeply, unless there’s B.O. or someone brought french fries aboard. Relax. Be still. Don’t kill anyone.

I’ll get there when I get there.
Especially with all these fucking traffic lights.