A Busman's holiday
I got lost in Poole after consuming about eleven tonnes of KFC. I think Colonel Saunders spices affected my brain.
I remember wandering past a Peter Stuyvesant Stunt show with my friends turning around and finding myself alone and lost. All I knew was that I was meant to be back at the bus by 8pm and that the bus was in a car park somewhere. So, being the well prepared scout that I was, I decided that surely the best course of action was to break down in a flood of tears.
I eventually stumbled across a Bus depot, red eyed with a snot covered face. After some explanation to the bus drivers as to my predicament, they decided to drive me round the car parks in Poole, in a spare double decker bus until they found the scout bus waiting to take me home.

I was only about an hour late,even though it felt like a lifetime and everyone was more than impressed at my arrival.
It goes down as a hearty testament to the bus drivers of Poole that not one of them tried to bum rape me, It's not like I wasn't asking for it, 12 years old, hopelessly lost, in a scout uniform and high on KFC.
( spingers, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 17:56, Reply)