I am a grown up now!
So of course, when on double decker busses, I sit mild and mannered on a middle seat downstairs, clutching my little ticket stub and day dreaming out the window as I await my stop. Occasionally I read a newspaper.

This wasn't how it always was.

When I started working where I still am today I had to catch two busses everytime someone wasn't spiffy enough to give me a lift. One of these was a double decker, something I hadn't been on since I was a wee girl with my granny. Instantly my mind froze with excitement and my inner voice went, "YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!". So I was a little bit pleased, you can imagine.

Even more so when I could climb that little staircase to the top floor and nab the very front seat. I used to look out that window at the bus goers milling about and smile smugly with glee imagining their jealousy. No, I really did. The bus would whir through the streets with me seeing it all! I was so high up! It was brilliant.

However one day I decided to stop this vast pleasure. Unfortunately for me my stop is just after a roundabout. The sight of a young woman pelting down the stairs as the bus swings around, and bursting onto the bottom floor like a crazed magician in a marathon might have startled or even amused the other regular bus goers, but for me I always felt in danger of pinging right over the luggage bar and flying out through the window.

Which, thinking about it, would be a rather impressive way of arriving at work. I can just see my boss's face as I fly by with my clocking card.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 22:05, 1 reply)

Mmm
That would be an impressive way... Morning! *beep* *zoom*
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 8:23, closed)