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| A driver and I are sent
out one afternoon to do a school run in the
New Forest. The kids are great, telling us
turn right here, turn left there, stop at
this corner, drop me at that house. Fine,
until the last one gets off. Help! |
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| And
I thought I was forever young. Apparently
not. A small boy is playing with a toy car.
I ask if I can see how fast I can make it
go along the floor of the bus. He says "You
can't play with toys, you're not a little
boy". I say "I was once", to
which he replies firmly and with absolute
certainty "Oh no you weren't!".
Charming! |
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| Upstairs, travelling between
Langley and Lepe Beach, a mother frantically
trying in vain to divert her young son's attention
from the double decker horses in the field.
Or the bull at Nursling, which despite having
a big field prefers to stand right next to
the bus stop proudly displaying what may impress
the cows but embarrasses a lot of people.
Brilliant! |
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| On a number 35 from Windermere
Avenue about eight thirty one morning, a black
labrador gets on the bus. It goes upstairs
and sits at the front so it can see out of
the window. At Green Park the dog comes down
stairs and gets off - without paying. Cheek! |
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| At Brinton's Road on an
88 and running late. I am upstairs and ring
the bell a soon as the woman gets on. The
woman stands on the platform although there
are seats. I go downstairs to see what is
wrong. Her dog is running alongside the bus
with the lead trapped in the doors. We stop
and the dog seems to have enjoyed it, the
woman less so. Sorry! |
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| The end of term, Swanmore
school. A girl with a box, the box has holes
in it. "I've got a rabbit, do you want
to see?" says the girl. I say "No
thanks" but she shows me anyway. The
girl no longer has a rabbit but I do, under
the stairs and just out of reach. Every time
I try to grab it, it growls (are rabbits supposed
to growl?) and shows its teeth. It takes ten
minutes to get the rabbit back in the box.
Thanks! |
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