It seems Derby (in my dreams anyway), ignores all protocol.
After being in Birmingham with a mate, we got the train to Derby for some reason. The ultimate aim was to head home from there using a train or the '76'.
We got to Derby bus station and waited for the 76, which was allocated a Dart or Solo for the trip home.
Needless to say, I wasn't keen and my eyes lit up when I saw a Metrobus blinded up for 'Teesside James Cook Hospital'.
The driver, was a friendly enough chap and chatted with us (no other passengers were making the trip from Derby to JCH) and we clarified the route, thinking we could get off near a station and continue the rest of the journey by train. Unfortunately, the '79' seemed to go via every rural backwater in the land and nowhere near a train station (or near a connecting bus service).
Fearing we wouldn't get home until late, my mate decided it would take far too long and the upper-front seats of the bus wasn't an attractive option.
So we headed back for the original Dart. And missed it... Arriving at the stand as it pulled away.

The only other option now was a taxi ride, so we joined the queue.
A big queue and a shortage of taxi's meant that taxi's were often overloaded. One driver in particular wasn't too keen on someone sitting on the inside of the door frame in the back of the taxi. He didn't mind passengers sitting two abreast on the passenger seat nor sitting on the boot of the car, perched on his boy racer spoiler.

The dream ended as we joined the taxi queue, so I have no idea how we got home.