Short and all aboard…part 46…
This piece is 99% true. The rest is just wishful thinking venting…
Omnibus Blues with Omnibus Queues..
Every Monday morning like clockwork, I board the 8.00 bus to work
And every morning, like Groundhog day, I am greeted by the same bus driver
And like a well rehearsed theatre production on Broadway, we engage in exactly the same non-conversation
Moi :Good morning
Moi: May I please get a zone 2 weekly return ticket…
*he pushes some buttons and the price comes up on the machine*
*I give him a note*
*He tears off my ticket and puts it and my change in a bowl*
Moi : Thank you very much
And every other day that week at 8.00 I would board that bus, wish him good morning and show him my ticket, he’d push a button on his dash to show my concession and I would say ‘Thank you’ to no reply.
After what must have been 2 months of this continual rudeness, one Friday, I finally must have uttered under my breath as I walked passed,
I must have been louder than I thought as a mortified older lady quickly sat beside me and whispered
‘Don’t be so rude, he’s deaf ya know’
I gasped and instantly felt incredibly bad and decided to set aside the whole weekend to make amends for my ways.
So come Monday morning, I arrive for my 8.00 bus feeling exuberant.
I wish the driver good morning to which I get my normal reply.
Assuming he’s not able to read my lips properly,
I quickly take out a poster I created to help us leap over our language barrier.
A copy of which is provided below for reference.
On a lighter note, my work’s ‘cycle to work scheme’ isn’t that bad and I’ve lost 10lbs so far.
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