Timetable and Watch

I chose the wrong seat today, well not the wrong seat per say if the bus had been empty it would have been the second best seat (high back but average leg room). However today I chose to sit behind the most inept bus passenger of all time (well the week, probably). Maybe I should not judge I am after all a seasoned bus traveller and know the ways and nuances of how to use public transport, but I am pretty sure that as a bus novice I knew that you needed two things to ride the bus (three including money but that is a given in this capitalist society of ours). Now I will count to three and by three I want you to have thought of two things that you think you might need when attempting to carryout a bus journey, one….two….three. done it? Did you by any chance think of a bus timetable and a watch? If you did 10 points (what the hey this is my point system if you got both you get 863 points if you got one 562 points coming your way). Unfortunately the woman sitting in the seat in front of me would only have 212 points (as she had neither of these things).

When I got on the bus I did not know I was sitting behind a moron so I settled down and read my book. After about 15-20 mins this woman turned around and asked me the time I said “about half past” (it was actually 34 mins past but I am never sure if people need this level of accuracy and what if my watch is wrong and I give what I thought to be an accurate time would I hinder them more than if I gave them a vague impression of the time? She turned round I went back to my book. 3 seconds later she turned round again ”half past what?” ok I am not the most organised person in the world, I don’t clam to be but I do know roughly what hour I am in particularly no especially when I am on a bus. oh she’s forgotten her watch poor lady, I thought and got on with my book still unaware of the depths of unpraparedness of my fellow traveller. I finished my chapter and took the opportunity to look up and see how far along we were, I was pleased to see that the day was a clear and warm one. Then the woman turned round and asked me a question to which she should have known the answer to before she even contemplated boarding the bus, a question that I was totally ill prepared for it took me back so much that I I did not even answer the second part of it. “do you know when this bus get to Bristol?” I replied with “no cos I a only go to the mall” (for a thought a no would be to blunt) “oh because I have to be in Bristol by 10.30”

she would not get to Bristol by 10.30.