| A driver and I are sent
out one afternoon to do a school run in the
New Forest. The kids are great, telling us
turn right here, turn left there, stop at
this corner, drop me at that house. Fine,
until the last one gets off. Help! |
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| And
I thought I was forever young. Apparently
not. A small boy is playing with a toy car.
I ask if I can see how fast I can make it
go along the floor of the bus. He says "You
can't play with toys, you're not a little
boy". I say "I was once", to
which he replies firmly and with absolute
certainty "Oh no you weren't!".
Charming! |
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| Upstairs, travelling
between Langley and Lepe Beach, a mother frantically
trying in vain to divert her young son's attention
from the double decker horses in the field.
Or the bull at Nursling, which despite having
a big field prefers to stand right next to
the bus stop proudly displaying what may impress
the cows but embarrasses a lot of people.
Brilliant! |
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| On a number 35 from Windermere
Avenue about eight thirty one morning, a black
labrador gets on the bus. It goes upstairs
and sits at the front so it can see out of
the window. At Green Park the dog comes down
stairs and gets off - without paying. Cheek! |
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| At Brinton's Road on
an 88 and running late. I am upstairs and
ring the bell a soon as the woman gets on.
The woman stands on the platform although
there are seats. I go downstairs to see what
is wrong. Her dog is running alongside the
bus with the lead trapped in the doors. We
stop and the dog seems to have enjoyed it,
the woman less so. Sorry! |
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The end of term,
Swanmore school. A girl with a box,
the box has holes in it. "I've
got a rabbit, do you want to see?"
says the girl. I say "No thanks"
but she shows me anyway. The girl no
longer has a rabbit but I do, under
the stairs and just out of reach. Every
time I try to grab it, it growls (are
rabbits supposed to growl?) and shows
its teeth. It takes ten minutes to get
the rabbit back in the box. Thanks! |
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