I read somewhere that nearly all blogs which fail do so before there are 100 postings on them. That piece of information isn’t in this article but it does give many reasons why blogs fail. So why am I writing about this? This is posting number 100 to ‘another day on the buses’!

I really enjoy writing most of the time but sometimes I get worried that I may not have something to write about. Then the first thought which crosses my mind, also read about somewhere, “don’t write unless you’ve something to say”! That sounds good and I relax a bit until the next read about somewhere bit of advice gets remembered “readers only come back if new postings are regular and interesting”. Aaagh, so I must think of something to say! And it must be interesting!

OK, here’s what happened yesterday afternoon when I had to do a couple of town runs as part of an AD (as detailed) duty. As a I approached a bus stop with around a dozen people on the pavement waiting for the bus one woman jumped into the road and started waving her arms around as if she were the only person there and I didn’t look like I was going to stop. I pulled up at the stop as intended, once she’d got back onto the pavement. She was nearest the bus as it approached but I went past her and stopped so that the doors were by the bus stop, she ran round the back of the waiting passengars and pushed herself to the front before I’d even got the doors open. As the doors opened she barged forward “Hold on a minute, please. Let the others get off first” I said. Made no difference she kept coming. Then I pointed out the two pushchairs waiting to get off and asked her to get off and let them off. “They can get past me” she ranted. I could see the eyes of the other passengers behind her rolling. She then ranted on about how urgent it was for her to get home, how long did we expect her to wait for a bus etc. I checked my watch and apologised for being 45 seconds late at this stop. The other passengers found that quite funny, she didn’t. Of course loading took longer than needed because of her refusal to get off and let the pushchairs off quickly, they had to try and negotiate their way around her. At last she sat down and we were off. Later she came up to me and said I live down ‘X’ Road (it’s midway between two stops) “Can you drop me off there?”! This is not an uncommon request for that road and there is a nice safe place to stop so drivers normally oblige. Not me this time. How can someone be so rude and inconsiderate to the pushchair users who want to get off and then expect a favour? I enjoyed every yard of the half mile drive to the next stop. Only shame was that it wasn’t raining :-)