Usually if I’m on the bus most of us are just sitting there, with our minds full of our own stuff, looking vaguely out of the window or listening to music or trying to negotiate the pushchairs.
Today we stopped at a bus stop and an inspector got on and started insisting on seeing people’s tickets and bus passes. I noticed a young man in front of me get up quietly and try to slide out of the door. The inspector blocked him but he got past and I was just thinking ‘another one that got away’ when the inspector shouted ‘that one!’ and lo and behold, a police officer appeared and took him in a very firm hold.
The young guy then squatted down on the pavement under the minatory gaze of the police, and started rooting through his backpack … but his body language told me that it was not at all likely he would find his bus pass in there, especially if he had just shown it to the driver … which of course he hadn’t.
It was a slick operation.
Next up, it was an unfamiliar bus route and I got off at the wrong stop :**:
I am useless at finding my way around, I always get lost! However, it’s good for me, because I then try not to make the same mistake twice … (and sometimes succeed).
As I was working out where I was, two young Asian girls had a verbal exchange with a West Indian older guy, which I didn’t hear. However, his comments had clearly wound them up because as they walked away one of them was turning the air blue with imprecations. 8|
A group of young guys were listening with great amusement. ‘Think she was annoyed’, said one laconically, as I passed.
So an entertaining trip, even though it took me longer than usual :crazy: