Ever since getting the bus has been blitzed back in to my life, everyday I am in very close contact with the psychos of Prestwich. Mornings on the bus are a bit of a blur but the fun really starts with the journey home.
There was a particular incident when I sat next to a woman on the bus. She was on her mobile and I was just, there. She appeared to be speaking to her boyfriend and they were having a nice little chat until suddenly there seemed to be trouble in paradise. Her tone started getting very angry and then I noticed she had hung up the phone. Her phone started to ring again and she answered very angryly and proceeded to start having a loud arguement. I started to feel slightly awkward but decided to battle through and remain in my seat, invading her privacy. The woman then started crying and asked "Why do you never say anything nice to me?? Please just say something nice." Which was then shortly followed by (screaming) "YOU WISH I'D GET KNOCKED DOWN BY A BUS?!....Well,(pause) I do too." She suddenly jumped up out her seat and got off and bus and I was slightly concerned that any second now I would have a death on my hands but fortunately for me (and her)I saw the bus ride on as she sat at the bus stop and looked very cross.
Another day I got on the bus and there was only one seat available so I sat down and instantly realised my mistake. In the seat next to me was a obese man and he also took up half of my seat. Not wanting to be rude I stayed sitting there even though I was in extreme discomfort as I was basically sitting on the smallest seat in the world. Anyway the bus is tooting along and then a person who I can only assume to be his wife, is asking him if he wants a cup of tea. I am thinking this must just be lively banter between the pair, that obviously there is no way for him to have a cup of tea on the bus, but hold the phone because suddenly Wife is whipping out a flask from her bag. I watch her pour out tea in to a plastic cup. I am quite unsettled as the bus is a very jolty place and I suspected her hands were already shaking. The next thing she is passing the cup of scolding hot liquid past me and it is hovering over my knees and Husband struggles to reach for it. I cant quite believe what is going on and start to feel very scared that in a matter of seconds I may be burnt for life. Luckily Husband manages to get his hands round the cup and the bus journey continues but I am left very angry by the whole situation.
On a positive note there is a small child called Theo who gets on the bus and sings The Bus On The Bus Go Round And Round at the top of his voice for the whole trip.
