Anders Hanson

I’m not sure if I am the only person who has eventful bus journeys to work, or whether it is just that I notice things more than others. But every week I have at least one story to tell.

Today’s came from the 25 minute wait for a bus that should be every 10 minutes, when someone who looked like a builder stood at the bus stop whilst swigging out of a bottle wrapped in a carrier bag. This looked bad enough at 9.30 in the morning, but he then spent a lot of time on his mobile telling one person who was fitting some plumbing to “ignore what it says in the diagram, that’s just done by someone sitting in an office. Do what I tell you instead” and “just cut another 50mm off the length if it doesn’t fit” and “yeah, I’m running late today. I’m so pissed I’ve got to take the bus instead.” I have no idea where they were building, but wherever it is I hope I don’t ever live there.

Later on the same journey we went past a bus that still had passengers on it, but seemed to be parked diagonally across a busy main road and partly on the pavement, whilst the driver stood in the middle of the road waving his arms around. Our driver ignored him and drove on.