Got on the bus this morning, tra-la-la, usual story, until the bus got underway. Then I noticed about 3 or 4 people waving to the bus driver as he drove past them. "Nice", I thought, and reminisced on the good old days (circa 1920) when everyone knew everyone and was polite, instead of spitting / barging into others / poking them in the eye with your "My dick's bigger than yours" golfing umbrella...
The last one to wave was an old guy walking his dog. "Nice life", I thought, fantasizing about doing similar things when I retire, rather than thinking about the reality of having to work till I die to support my one-step-forward, two-steps back pension fund...
Then as the bus hit the "road closed" sign and had to do a U-ey, the old guy stuck his thumb down (in true Roman Emporer vs the Christian Gladiator style) and grinned as the bus drove past. "Nice touch", I thought, thinking about how much could be said with one little gesture, rather than the torrent of abuse you face from today's youth if you dare to be wearing something that's so last month...
Then we drove back past the horde of teenage kids waiting for the school bus… 10 of which leapt out and bombarded the bus with snowballs. "Classic", I thought, future-pacing me and the little 'un doing similar in a couple of years time, avoiding the thought of a few years down the road when I'm having to do the "wear a condom / don't talk to strangers / just say no" conversations.
Then, eventually, we got to work and the real fun began….
Sigh.
posted by Blakey UK @ 11:16 am
3 Comments:
Ah the bus, the coughing, spluttering and sneezing down the back of my neck, I miss that.
Not that the train can be better, especially when they get canceled/delayed and I find myself squashed in to the cabin, feeling just like a working day on the London underground.
and you managed all this while catching up on all the sleep you have been missing out on, and listening to your ipod...
What ipod?
I don't do apple...
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