The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round...
... Alright, I just had a flashback to my au pair days. I guess I will sing myself to sleep for the next three weeks.
So, Busses... Busses are those funny things I had to take to get to work every morning for a whole ten days recently. Has anyone ever noticed how a bus is like a micro-society (I think I made that up)?
First day taking the bus: Keeping your eyes on the floor. Shyly saying "Good Morning" and "One, please" and "Thank you" to the bus driver who's silently taking your money and printing out your ticket. Then taking the first available seat (only later realizing it was the one reserved for the handicapped and feeling bad about it for the next 12 years), not looking at the other passengers, but feeling their eyes burning holes in your back. Of course, they are all talking about you and sometimes also write essays about your behavior which are then reviewed by some secret panel.
The third day bringing far more confidence for you. Having the seatplan and all the off-limit seats learned by heart. Being able to ask the busdriver an actual question (just don't mention the fact that he didn't shave properly!). Smiling at fellow passengers is actually resulting in them smiling back from time to time.
Knowing the busdriver's first name and shouting a "Good Morning" with half the bus shouting back is a sure sign that Day 5 is all it's supposed to be. And then there's Day 8 starting off with asking your fellow passengers' questions about Life, the Universe and ... uh.... Everything and them knowing about that bad rash you suffered from when you were 8 1/2.
What's there to say about Day 10? Someone new is getting on the bus, sitting down in the reserved seat. You proceed staring holes in their back as it is indeed outrageous to sit in those seats. Then it's going ahead with essay-writing, not before having a good old discussion about the whole issue with all the other passengers. You're getting all curious what the secret panel will say about that.
Day 11? Well, you sit in your newly repaired car and curse the bus in front of you which is crawling along at a snail's pace and keeping you from arriving at work in time.
4 comments:
Do you have bendy buses in Germany?
hahaha...this is a great post.
I haven't taken the bus since I was 7! But you are right, they are "micro-societies."
Yes, Clare, we do have Bendy Busses. We used to have Bendy Busses only. My sister and I used to sit in the little circle that turned when the bus was turning. Hours of amusement! ... Well, it felt like hours.
Now Bendy Busses are not considered hip anymore. That is why I was so amused how hyper you got when you saw one in London. :)
@Ashley: You were 7 when you last took a bus? Gosh, you Americans are weird! ;)I used to take the bus from the 'burbs to NYC when I lived there.
well...san diego doesn't have good public transportation...AT ALL. So you have to have a car to live here.
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