Bus Musings 3

It's a female bus driver, so this bus musings might forget to stop at red lights, be a bit sporadic and have occasional PMS.

A disabled polish person just got on the bus. He looks like a normal downs syndrome, except he has a more pronounced brow. I have to change subject, because he's looking at me and most of the guys in the UFC are proof that I couldn't beat him.

The little boys at the back of the bus, beside me, think they are from Long Beach. They are playing their tinny music from their Sony erricsons and it's shite.

I've taken to sitting at the back of the bus. Even if there are already 4 youths siting there, I'll join them. I don't know what it is, maybe I look a bit older now, but they never say anything. They're usually quiet when a weird, slightly older person sits next to them, especially when there's nobody else on the bus.

I remember about 4 years ago I was on the bus with Iain. A family got on and they had a big bag of coke with them. Not the sugary treat, but the devil's dandruff. The mum had it in a carrier bag in her lap and the daughter tried to dip her finger in it. The mum said "not afore yuv had yer tea" and she stopped. Then (the scary bit) she turned to me and Iain and started asking why he looked like a girl. Then they decided we were gay together and started asking us questions about bumming. Iain answered them all and I stared out of the window. I genuinely thought we were going to die. The dad was trying to be nice and kept saying 'leave the queers alone, hun' - he was the scariest of all.

My new friends at the back just got off. One of them kicked my bag by accident and apologised as if I had a knife. Weird.

Off to work.