Buses
We've got a local bus driver who likes to pull away slowly just to see how far old ladies with shopping trollies will chase him down the road. By popular demand - tell us your thrilling bus anecdotes.
Thanks to glued eel for the suggestion
( , Thu 25 Jun 2009, 13:14)
We've got a local bus driver who likes to pull away slowly just to see how far old ladies with shopping trollies will chase him down the road. By popular demand - tell us your thrilling bus anecdotes.
Thanks to glued eel for the suggestion
( , Thu 25 Jun 2009, 13:14)
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Many moons ago I was on a bus from Gloucester to the village I lived in when something really strange happened.
The bus stopped and an old man got on. He was holding the side of his head as if he had a very bad earache, I was the only other passenger, it was late October, 6.45pm and was dark outside.
As I said the bus was completely empty but the old man shuffled along the aisle until he reached my seat, he stared at me for a second and seemed to mumble something under his breath. He then walked on, but sat immediately behind me. As the bus pulled away I was sure he mumbled something again.
I felt very uncomfortable.
After about 10 minutes the old man got up from his seat, still with his hand to the side of his head and walked towards the driver. I was very relieved that he was no longer behind me, but I had a horible feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
As he drew level with the driver he turned to face me and smiled whilst lowering his hand from his head.
I was petrified, as the bus driver seemed oblivious of the mans presence, and the bus was motoring along dark lanes at high speed.
Then the old man reached up and pressed the button to tell the driver to stop at the next bus stop.
As the old man got off the bus and walked down the side towards me, he looked up and smiled. It was then that I recognised him.....it was the old man who got on the bus every night and sat behind me.
I normally had a chat with him most nights, but I had not recognised him with his hand on the side of his head.
(This post may contain previously used material and was produced in an environment that might have a few nuts lying about somewhere)
( , Thu 25 Jun 2009, 14:45, Reply)
Many moons ago I was on a bus from Gloucester to the village I lived in when something really strange happened.
The bus stopped and an old man got on. He was holding the side of his head as if he had a very bad earache, I was the only other passenger, it was late October, 6.45pm and was dark outside.
As I said the bus was completely empty but the old man shuffled along the aisle until he reached my seat, he stared at me for a second and seemed to mumble something under his breath. He then walked on, but sat immediately behind me. As the bus pulled away I was sure he mumbled something again.
I felt very uncomfortable.
After about 10 minutes the old man got up from his seat, still with his hand to the side of his head and walked towards the driver. I was very relieved that he was no longer behind me, but I had a horible feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
As he drew level with the driver he turned to face me and smiled whilst lowering his hand from his head.
I was petrified, as the bus driver seemed oblivious of the mans presence, and the bus was motoring along dark lanes at high speed.
Then the old man reached up and pressed the button to tell the driver to stop at the next bus stop.
As the old man got off the bus and walked down the side towards me, he looked up and smiled. It was then that I recognised him.....it was the old man who got on the bus every night and sat behind me.
I normally had a chat with him most nights, but I had not recognised him with his hand on the side of his head.
(This post may contain previously used material and was produced in an environment that might have a few nuts lying about somewhere)
( , Thu 25 Jun 2009, 14:45, Reply)
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