Today I resurrected myself from my recent infirmity of flu, to go to town on the bus.
It was interesting. Our busses come every half an hour.
Our normal bus was late, but a bus came along from a nearby town and picked up all of us pensioners standing at the bus stop. Someone had gone nuts, providing an open top tour bus to celebrate the sunny day. Us pensioners declined to stagger up the stairs for two reasons. One, our arthritis didn’t allow it. And two, we didn’t want our carefully coiffured hair to be blown around in the wind thus exposing our pink spots and bald places. So we packed out the downstairs.
I don’t know what happened to our bus, but I found out on the way home.
I waited for the bus back at the terminal. A bus driver was waiting to take over the bus that hadn’t arrived yet. He’d been there waiting for twenty minutes already. Soon another driver came to take over his shift for the bus after the bus that hadn’t arrived yet and that was now half an hour late. So when the bus arrived that was arriving half an hour late, there were two drivers waiting to take their shift. And the due bus that was supposed to be arriving was nowhere to be seen.
Eventually after a long conflab at the door of the bus that wasn’t the due bus, but was the late bus, one driver took on his shift and the other went to sit forlornly on a bus seat in the shelter to wait for the due bus that was nowhere to be seen. He probably had to drive it empty because the bus that was half an hour late, picked up all the passengers for the late bus and the due bus.
The late bus that had now morphed into the due bus was crammed!
The last passenger on was a huge woman who draped herself over a front seat, the only one left, next to a Mum with a pram, a frail old lady with a walker-shopper, and a very thin stalk like man with a walking stick and a back-pack that I would have expected to pull him over backwards should he try to wear it.
I was so bemused trying to work out the math of how our bus service could solve the problem of late busses that became due busses, I almost missed my stop. Fortunately the frail old lady with the walker-shopper was getting off too. She must have pushed the bell.
She took so long to extricate herself from the walking stick, the rucksack, the pram and the fat lady, that I had plenty of time to follow her off the bus.
We all got home I presume.