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I'm sitting behind Walter.
At least, I think he's called Walter, he used to be in my brother's year in school, so he's a couple of years older than I am. I always thought he
looked like a fish, with his bulbous eyes. Apparently he had some kind of
health problems, or something.
Walter smells a bit.
I look around to see if there's another spare seat, but there doesn't seem
to be. I'll just have to breathe through my mouth. He doesn't smell that
bad, but it's quite an enclosed space we're in, here on the bus.
Who else is on today then?
Ah! It's Harry Potter! Not the real HP, obviously, that would be stupid, but someone that looks like a grown up Harry Potter. He wears similarly shaped glasses, the same colour coat, a scarf, and his hair is quite Potter-esque. Not the Harry Potter from the films, he looks a bit beaky, but the Harry Potter from the front of the books, that's who this bloke looks like.
There are a couple of people talking to each other in front of me, one
sitting behind the other. She could well be his mother, sister or lover, I
haven't figured it out yet. Possibly none, but surely not all three,
actually I'm not sure that's possible. I can't work out how old she is.
She's quite large, and has awful hair. She has no fashion sense at all,
making it incredibly difficult to judge.
Although I'm looking at them, I'm not able to take in any of their
conversation whatsoever, even though I can hear it clearly. It's not meant
for me, I guess, and I'm not taking it in. She seems to be quite flirtatious towards him. I can only see the back of his head though, so I really don't know how he feels about this.
Another woman has got on the bus, and she's talking to this woman now. She's older, 50 - 60. I figure the two that were speaking earlier are neither related or seeing each other, but they probably live close, and know each other that way.
Further forward I can hear two elderly ladies talking to each other. One of them, the one with the more annoying voice, is doing most of the talking. She's wearing an awful green hat. I can imagine that her face is rather weather-beaten too, even though I can't see it. The other woman seems to be able to dress more normally, and even though her hair is grey, it's well kept. She felt no need to wear a hat that smacks of insanity, like her loud 'friend'.
I have the feeling that these two have been thrown together a little, as
they don't seem like the most natural of friends. Perhaps they had a mutual friend they used to travel into town to shop with, but she has now passed away, or is no longer fit to go shopping, especially in such weather. It seems to me that the posher of the two, (the one without the hat) feels sorry for the other, and keeps going into town with her out of sympathy.
When she smiles, and nods politely, I can almost see spite in her face. She certainly seems to be biting her lip a little. Maybe they're related by marriage or something, she married her brother, so they do stuff together, or something like that. I can read her thoughts "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Sitting across the way, on his own if a young lad, well, younger than me, in a puffy jacket and woolly hat. Can I read his thoughts?
"Oomph, oomph, oomph, oomph"
Possibly he's the sort that sits on the bus listening to awful dance music, with incredibly loud bass. I see no headphones though.
He's gazing out of the window.
Maybe I was wrong, perhaps he's wearing the puffy jacket for warmth, and
after all it's cold today, really cold. No wonder Walter smells, you have to dress up warmly to cope with the cold, but when you go into a shop, you find that they have the heaters on full blast, in all of your layers, you start to sweat.
Mind you, Walter's the only one I can smell at the moment.
Who else is on this afternoon?
Madam Rat's Teeth is there, she only just got on the bus in time, so she's
sitting with one cheek hanging off the seat. She looks round, and her sharp little teeth flash. Scary woman.
I can't see the timid lady with the mustard coat. She used to have a red
coat, exactly the same style, but she replaced it at some point during the
year.
The bus. Full of people. Some see each other every day, for this awful
journey. Most sit in silence, sometimes nodding at a familiar face, but to
talk to them? That would be ridiculous, they could be crazy, and ride the
bus all day long, waiting to leech onto an unsuspecting victim, and breathe their stench over them, fill their heads full of nutter speak, and follow
them home in the dark.
Sit and wait. You are approaching your stop. Thank the driver, and pray that tomorrow it will arrive on time.
At least, I think he's called Walter, he used to be in my brother's year in school, so he's a couple of years older than I am. I always thought he
looked like a fish, with his bulbous eyes. Apparently he had some kind of
health problems, or something.
Walter smells a bit.
I look around to see if there's another spare seat, but there doesn't seem
to be. I'll just have to breathe through my mouth. He doesn't smell that
bad, but it's quite an enclosed space we're in, here on the bus.
Who else is on today then?
Ah! It's Harry Potter! Not the real HP, obviously, that would be stupid, but someone that looks like a grown up Harry Potter. He wears similarly shaped glasses, the same colour coat, a scarf, and his hair is quite Potter-esque. Not the Harry Potter from the films, he looks a bit beaky, but the Harry Potter from the front of the books, that's who this bloke looks like.
There are a couple of people talking to each other in front of me, one
sitting behind the other. She could well be his mother, sister or lover, I
haven't figured it out yet. Possibly none, but surely not all three,
actually I'm not sure that's possible. I can't work out how old she is.
She's quite large, and has awful hair. She has no fashion sense at all,
making it incredibly difficult to judge.
Although I'm looking at them, I'm not able to take in any of their
conversation whatsoever, even though I can hear it clearly. It's not meant
for me, I guess, and I'm not taking it in. She seems to be quite flirtatious towards him. I can only see the back of his head though, so I really don't know how he feels about this.
Another woman has got on the bus, and she's talking to this woman now. She's older, 50 - 60. I figure the two that were speaking earlier are neither related or seeing each other, but they probably live close, and know each other that way.
Further forward I can hear two elderly ladies talking to each other. One of them, the one with the more annoying voice, is doing most of the talking. She's wearing an awful green hat. I can imagine that her face is rather weather-beaten too, even though I can't see it. The other woman seems to be able to dress more normally, and even though her hair is grey, it's well kept. She felt no need to wear a hat that smacks of insanity, like her loud 'friend'.
I have the feeling that these two have been thrown together a little, as
they don't seem like the most natural of friends. Perhaps they had a mutual friend they used to travel into town to shop with, but she has now passed away, or is no longer fit to go shopping, especially in such weather. It seems to me that the posher of the two, (the one without the hat) feels sorry for the other, and keeps going into town with her out of sympathy.
When she smiles, and nods politely, I can almost see spite in her face. She certainly seems to be biting her lip a little. Maybe they're related by marriage or something, she married her brother, so they do stuff together, or something like that. I can read her thoughts "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Sitting across the way, on his own if a young lad, well, younger than me, in a puffy jacket and woolly hat. Can I read his thoughts?
"Oomph, oomph, oomph, oomph"
Possibly he's the sort that sits on the bus listening to awful dance music, with incredibly loud bass. I see no headphones though.
He's gazing out of the window.
Maybe I was wrong, perhaps he's wearing the puffy jacket for warmth, and
after all it's cold today, really cold. No wonder Walter smells, you have to dress up warmly to cope with the cold, but when you go into a shop, you find that they have the heaters on full blast, in all of your layers, you start to sweat.
Mind you, Walter's the only one I can smell at the moment.
Who else is on this afternoon?
Madam Rat's Teeth is there, she only just got on the bus in time, so she's
sitting with one cheek hanging off the seat. She looks round, and her sharp little teeth flash. Scary woman.
I can't see the timid lady with the mustard coat. She used to have a red
coat, exactly the same style, but she replaced it at some point during the
year.
The bus. Full of people. Some see each other every day, for this awful
journey. Most sit in silence, sometimes nodding at a familiar face, but to
talk to them? That would be ridiculous, they could be crazy, and ride the
bus all day long, waiting to leech onto an unsuspecting victim, and breathe their stench over them, fill their heads full of nutter speak, and follow
them home in the dark.
Sit and wait. You are approaching your stop. Thank the driver, and pray that tomorrow it will arrive on time.
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Nomad Soul wrote:
> Rosalind wrote:
> I always say thankyou if the driver has got me to my desitination
> safely. Its only polite. After all they could have driven like a
> maniac, crashed, and killed everyone.
>
> Yes it's polite. Good manners cost nothing.
> But I feel some ridiculous pressure to mumble "thanks" as I
> vacate through the sliding doors....
> It's like: if I don't acknowledge the driver, then I'm a miserable
> ungrateful git.... I am strange?
>
> Don't answer that :-)
The trick is to do it and mean it - it makes you feel better as you walk off, and it may make the bus driver happier too. The catch? There is none.
> Rosalind wrote:
> I always say thankyou if the driver has got me to my desitination
> safely. Its only polite. After all they could have driven like a
> maniac, crashed, and killed everyone.
>
> Yes it's polite. Good manners cost nothing.
> But I feel some ridiculous pressure to mumble "thanks" as I
> vacate through the sliding doors....
> It's like: if I don't acknowledge the driver, then I'm a miserable
> ungrateful git.... I am strange?
>
> Don't answer that :-)
The trick is to do it and mean it - it makes you feel better as you walk off, and it may make the bus driver happier too. The catch? There is none.
Nomad Soul wrote:
> It's like: if I don't acknowledge the driver, then I'm a miserable
> ungrateful git.... I am strange?
I don't say thankyou if I think that the driver didn't drive safely, or was particularly unpleasent when I was paying for my ticket.
> It's like: if I don't acknowledge the driver, then I'm a miserable
> ungrateful git.... I am strange?
I don't say thankyou if I think that the driver didn't drive safely, or was particularly unpleasent when I was paying for my ticket.
Nomad Soul wrote:
> I am strange?
I think you just answered your own question.
> I am strange?
I think you just answered your own question.
Rosalind wrote:
> I always say thankyou if the driver has got me to my desitination
> safely. Its only polite. After all they could have driven like a
> maniac, crashed, and killed everyone.
Yes it's polite. Good manners cost nothing.
But I feel some ridiculous pressure to mumble "thanks" as I vacate through the sliding doors....
It's like: if I don't acknowledge the driver, then I'm a miserable ungrateful git.... I am strange?
Don't answer that :-)
> I always say thankyou if the driver has got me to my desitination
> safely. Its only polite. After all they could have driven like a
> maniac, crashed, and killed everyone.
Yes it's polite. Good manners cost nothing.
But I feel some ridiculous pressure to mumble "thanks" as I vacate through the sliding doors....
It's like: if I don't acknowledge the driver, then I'm a miserable ungrateful git.... I am strange?
Don't answer that :-)
I always say thankyou if the driver has got me to my desitination safely. Its only polite. After all they could have driven like a maniac, crashed, and killed everyone.
Why do people say "thank you" to the bus driver when they exit the bus? It's not like they've given them a free lift or taken a detour.
I catch a bus at the same time, same place, with the same people, and they can be disturbing.
The smelly codger.
The peculiar middle-aged man.
The mildly mysterious cute chick.
The nattering gammers.
The rolling empty fizzy drink can.
When the weather is grey and grim, it's like your on the road to hell.
The smelly codger.
The peculiar middle-aged man.
The mildly mysterious cute chick.
The nattering gammers.
The rolling empty fizzy drink can.
When the weather is grey and grim, it's like your on the road to hell.
I can no longer resist the urge to adopt an 8 year old's mentality and chant:
"Meka rides the special bus, Meka rides the special bus..."
"Meka rides the special bus, Meka rides the special bus..."
"listening to awful dance music"
Amen, brother.... amen
Amen, brother.... amen
AfroJoe wrote:
> I don't take buses.
>
> Always full up with ********* that think it's funny to throw stuff
> around or make as much noise as possible.
>
> Monkeys.
Indeed, or old people expecting you to give up your seat for them. HEH! I was here first.
> I don't take buses.
>
> Always full up with ********* that think it's funny to throw stuff
> around or make as much noise as possible.
>
> Monkeys.
Indeed, or old people expecting you to give up your seat for them. HEH! I was here first.
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