On the Bus

Yesterday I went to catch a bus in the centre of the city and in the late afternoon it can be a
difficult occasion.  Shoppers are returning home with all their plastic bags, children who finish school early are flooding the bus stop all carrying huge rucksacks and chattering like magpies and slow seniors are rushing to catch the bus before the deadline for their free bus pass expires so taking all
this into consideration it can get fraught with lots of glaring and pushing going on.  Yesterday however was funny.   I arrived at the stop just seconds before the bus, which was rather full on arrival. However, we all queued in good British fashion and presented our passes or money to the driver.  I really thought I would not get on this one as it was very full but the driver continued taking our fares and chatting in a friendly manner as we all crowded on and I found myself squashed between two huge schoolboys in the gangway.  The driver saw there was no one else waiting so closed the doors and prepared to move off but suddenly looking into his huge mirror he called out  'Whoa, how many have we got standing, I'm only allowed 5 you know'  some wit called out  'There are just 3 of us mate let's go'  and as we pulled gently away from the kerb the driver had another go
'I can see about 7 from here'  actually there were 11 of us.  Suddenly every one saw the funny side of this and we all started smiling, laughing and actually talking to each other as the bus pulled it's way slowly through the dense traffic of the city.  What a pleasant journey this turned out to be though we were all uncomfortable, tired and hot.