#SoCS Sept. 24/16 – Bus

Linda’s prompt

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “bus.” Use it as it is, or find a word with the letters “bus” in it. Have fun!

It’s been aeons since I went on a bus.

When I was younger, my mum dropped my brother and I to school, from the age of three, all the way to 17.

I really wanted to ride the bus, and be ‘grown-up’, and I finally got a chance when I was around 16/17. I had an after school course to attend, and by then my mum had gone from being a SAHM (Stay At Home Mother) to managing my Pop’s dental practice. Granted, we lived above the practice, so it was no hardship to pop out and pick us up, but I fought for the chance to show my maturity!

It was a fun filled experience, with a little apprehension as my friends didn’t live in my direction, so I was going alone. The first few times I stayed downstairs, like a good girl, then I got the guts to try the top deck…

And what a day to decide to try being brave.

There were the ‘cool’ kids and trouble-makers from the local Comp school sat there, and I was sort of stuck in the corner. As the journey went, a man sitting a couple of seats ahead, unrolled what looked like a tool holder, to reveal a selection of rather sharp knives…

Eeeek!

Then I thought I would slowly get up and sit downstairs for the remainder of the journey.

Someone was coming up the stairs. A rather odd looking man.

A rather odd looking man.

Odd? I’m being kind! He was downright scary! Especially as he decided to pull a gun out of his pocket and point it at everyone!

Slowly, he waved the barrel around. There was silence. A couple of passengers risked it and slipped down the stairs.

My stop was the next but one, so I thought it would be better to leave the bus early and walk a bit more, to escape from the mad gunman.

I got downstairs and heard another passenger tell the driver there was a  man with a gun upstairs. The bus stopped at my alighting point and I hurried off, breathing a sigh of relief!

Until I turned around.

The mad gunman was right there, behind me, off the bus too!

Double EEEEEEEKKKKK!

Was this the end for me?

Silently the man caught my eye, turned and walked off in the opposite direction!

I ran home. And I never insisted I wanted to go on the bus myself again!

Obviously, since then, I have used the bus and public transport, but never with such drama!

And this was a true story!!!!

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43 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. manyofus1980
    Oct 01, 2016 @ 14:05:28

    wow how scary! I’d never ever ride a bus again if that happened to me. You are braver than I am! xxx

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  2. jacquelineobyikocha
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 18:23:43

    That was an exciting and frightening beginning for you 🙂

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  3. Erika Kind
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 17:00:14

    It almost sounds as if you were not meant for taking the bus…. creepy story!!!

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  4. freyathewriter
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 15:13:24

    Eeek! The ‘cool’ kids was quite enough… the rest of it, wow, what a day to decide to travel on your own!

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  5. FabricatingFiction
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 11:59:55

    Wow – a true story as gripping as any fiction.

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  6. vanbytheriver
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 10:28:28

    What a story, Ritu. Terrifying. My mother didn’t drive, so I rode the public bus all the time while my father was at work. Never experienced anything like this. Thanks for sharing.

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  7. The Poetry Channel
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 09:49:44

    I would use the word, “trauma,” rather than drama. Violent events have an insidious effect on one’s sense of well-being for a time.

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  8. willowdot21
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 08:48:03

    Omg fact is stranger than fiction! Was this in London by any chance!! Well I am so glad you survived!! You get extra points for using public transport after that hair raising experience! xxxx

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  9. Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 06:56:43

    . . . Emerging from the prison of the building’s revolving door, tears streaming, “It’s just business” echoes chasing her to her car, she railed against the most insensitive and horrifying words she’d ever heard . . .

    I wish my blog would support my being able to play with these prompts – but I enjoy reading what the writers I follow (and who follow me) come up with.

    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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  10. Dorinda Duclos
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 06:11:43

    Yikes!!! I haven’t been on a bus in years. Thinking I’ll stay off a bit longer!! 🚌

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  11. ladyleemanila
    Sep 24, 2016 @ 06:10:54

    oh my, what an experience!

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