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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The No. 1
The Grantham to Lincoln bus that has taken me to school, college, university and now work for about ten years now. The thing is, I usually have to catch it at about seven in the morning, basically because it's incredibly unreliable, and usually goes at a snail's pace. But this means I get to see 'The Regulars', the same people who catch the bus at the same time each day. I'm serious, like freaking Groundhog Day, only more depressing. Because I am usually bored out of my tiny mind, I have felt obliged to invent nicknames and backstories for all the regular folk that catch this bus over the years. The two most interesting* people I have dubbed Madame Shuze and Mortimer. Basically Madame Shuze constantly gives me greif for smoking around the bus stop, until one day she apparently reported me to a bus driver, who did ABSOLUTLY NOTHING. Win! Anyway, the other, Mortimer, looks exactly like Boris Karloff only skinnier and with glasses, but also appears to be in complete black and white. he has never smiled, never made eye contact with anyone, and never said anything to any of the other regulars, except for me. One day I was exercising my face-of-thunder because the bus was late for the umpteenth time, and I accidentally let out a rather uncouth obscenity. He leaned over and muttered (in a voice resonant of early Hammer Horror villains): 'It's OK, I can't afford to drive either'.
*Not really.
( , Tue 30 Jun 2009, 22:41, 2 replies)
The Grantham to Lincoln bus that has taken me to school, college, university and now work for about ten years now. The thing is, I usually have to catch it at about seven in the morning, basically because it's incredibly unreliable, and usually goes at a snail's pace. But this means I get to see 'The Regulars', the same people who catch the bus at the same time each day. I'm serious, like freaking Groundhog Day, only more depressing. Because I am usually bored out of my tiny mind, I have felt obliged to invent nicknames and backstories for all the regular folk that catch this bus over the years. The two most interesting* people I have dubbed Madame Shuze and Mortimer. Basically Madame Shuze constantly gives me greif for smoking around the bus stop, until one day she apparently reported me to a bus driver, who did ABSOLUTLY NOTHING. Win! Anyway, the other, Mortimer, looks exactly like Boris Karloff only skinnier and with glasses, but also appears to be in complete black and white. he has never smiled, never made eye contact with anyone, and never said anything to any of the other regulars, except for me. One day I was exercising my face-of-thunder because the bus was late for the umpteenth time, and I accidentally let out a rather uncouth obscenity. He leaned over and muttered (in a voice resonant of early Hammer Horror villains): 'It's OK, I can't afford to drive either'.
*Not really.
( , Tue 30 Jun 2009, 22:41, 2 replies)
Someone else lives in Lincolnshire. Have you got webbed feet and hands?
Buses in Lincolnshire ARE depressing, end of. The Number 6 to Skegness is chav central come college kicking-out time. The sooner someone nukes Lincoln bus station the better. Even the pigeons are fucking sick of it now..
( , Wed 1 Jul 2009, 11:06, closed)
Buses in Lincolnshire ARE depressing, end of. The Number 6 to Skegness is chav central come college kicking-out time. The sooner someone nukes Lincoln bus station the better. Even the pigeons are fucking sick of it now..
( , Wed 1 Jul 2009, 11:06, closed)
Smoking in Grantham bus station???
Surely not!? I spent many an hour in the waiting room as a youth, smoking whatever came to hand and drinking white lightning... I visit infrequently now, and it always seems shut, ah those halcyon days, legging it from enraged kevs on fucked legs... Actually being a teenager was shit I'm glad its over
( , Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:31, closed)
Surely not!? I spent many an hour in the waiting room as a youth, smoking whatever came to hand and drinking white lightning... I visit infrequently now, and it always seems shut, ah those halcyon days, legging it from enraged kevs on fucked legs... Actually being a teenager was shit I'm glad its over
( , Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:31, closed)
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