Guy gets on my pretty empty bus & says to driver
‘I’m hoping to get some money in my account today so if you’ll just let me ride to chatswood then I’ll buy a ticket on the bus ride home’
Driver says no you must buy a ticket.
Mam repeats himself louder.
Bus driver repeats himself louder.
Man peers around divider thing and yells in the drivers face ‘I’m getting on the bus’ then walks up the aisle muttering about the driver….
And then sits down next to me.
School boy is sitting at the bus stop engrossed in a book. Bus driver toots the horn to get the boys attention and slows down incase he wants to catch the bus.
He does.
School boy runs with his bags to jump on the bus.
As he’s getting on another school boy (different uniforms so not the same school) runs from the back of the bus to tell him something.
He jumps back off the bus, runs back to the bus stop and picks up his mobile that fell out of his pocket in his haste to run for the bus.
An afternoon that could have been so crummy wasn’t because of the kindness of two strangers.
Girl one ‘would you guys judge me if I lived in an apartment?’
Girl two ‘I’d like visit but I wouldn’t sleep over’
Girl one ‘ok, forget I said that’
One school girl to another. ‘no it has to be a year 8 girl, miss coughlin was very pacific about that’
Little old man with cane & all hobbles onto my bus.
He sits down opposite me and props himself up.
He starts to whistle an old time tune.
He stops mid whistle.
He let’s out a giant burp.
He starts to whistle again.
My sister is doing medical science at uni. That’s way hard. I’m going to do something easy, like dentistry.
We’ve all been guilty of judging someone without even knowing them. As much as you try not to, it’s almost inevitable. I really hate to admit that, but I’m all about the truth, no matter how ugly.
Which is why it just about made my day to discover, happily, that I was wrong. When a young girl jumped up to offer an older gentleman her seat on the bus.
Take joy from the simple things peeps. A kind gesture, a smile, admitting you were wrong.
I have never and I don’t think will ever understand the decision to get fully dressed in your nice work clothes, tailored coat and all in today’s example, and then ruin it all by chucking on your old used to be white, now are grey, runners…
The solution is a pretty simple one. If you can’t wear higher heels, get sone lower ones or even wear some pretty flats.
Or just suck it up, fashion is pain, this means your feet too!
I recently heard a really great fashion philosophy. Always leave the house dressed like you’re about the meet your worst enemy.
I shouldn’t laugh but it’s always funny when someone runs their little heart out to catch a waiting bus, and in the case of this morning, throws their bag at the open door to make sure they don’t miss it… Only to have it sit there for another three minutes…
Then all you can hear is the sound of them wheezing while they catch their breath.
An absolutely definitive reason as to why Melbourne is better than Sydney…
The streets are wider.
I’m sorry but I’m going to have to go ahead & disagree with you there old fellow, wide streets doesn’t make Melbourne better.
I think the sheer volume of stories I hear on the bus means Sydney wins hands down.
