MY B.R.I BLUNDER
I was 18 and on a bus to Bradford Royal Infirmary having drunkenly had my finger trapped in a taxi door the previous evening. It was very swollen and a shocking shade of purple.

The bus journey was pretty shite. I was feeling crabby anyway and to top it off there were a load of heroin addicts on the top deck with me and they we're being fairly loud and annoying.

Eventually I got to the B.R.I. and alighted from the bus. As the bus drove away I went to pull up the shoulder strap of my handbag and my heart felt like it was in my throat as I realized that my bag was still on the bus!

To make matters worse I had two weeks wages in there (it was pay packets back then), my mobile phone, my Visa card and my house keys.

I ran frantically after the bus but it was pretty hopeless. I stopped and started to cry and then I saw an ambulance coming out of the hospital. I don’t know what possesed me to but I flagged it down and told the driver what had happened. He told me to jump in the front and then followed the bus. I think he was driving some elderly patients home in the back and they seemed quite chuffed to be in the midst of such drama.

We drove 5 minutes to the terminal in Allerton and I jumped out when the bus pulled in. I explained (or gabbled) the situation to the driver and ran up the bus stairwell two at a time, reaching the seat I was sitting at and……MY BAG WAS THERE!!!! Complete with all of my belongings.

I was over the moon! I got off of the bus and went to thank the ambulance driver but he had driven away.

Gutted!

So a big Thank You to that kind hearted driver.

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( DUMBLONDE is a rubber lover girl, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 13:49, Reply)