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!!!!