Sail by train
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
Buses. Buses. Buses. There was a time when autobuses where big and scary. And then they proportionally became smaller and smaller. Then the time came to venture onto one of the little fellas.
Gasp! Shock! Horror! kazzazla! The beast is operated by a human? Surely an insane proposition, but i reassure all of you you have not ventured yet onto this particular mode of transport that this is indeed the case. A bus needs an autobus driver otherwise it could not get from it's place of origin to it's destination (usually the same place).
Autobus drivers are curious beasts. On one hand they drive a lot. On the other hand they drive a lot of the same roads. [This is all vital information and there will be a test later].
Autobus drivers are varying beasts in temperament. On first examination they are all evil, pure hellish satanical fiends with no objective in life but to destroy and crush all happiness they come across. So i once thought. Indeed it is still true that many autobus operaters still live their life by kicking small grannies who are 10p short into the gutter.
One day i met a nice autobus driver. And then a nicer one. Soon i began to consider the possibility my theory of all autobus drivers being evil as slightly misjudged. I was right to feel so. It is true in some cases, but a lot are very nice once you get to know them. Charming fellas (and ladies indeed).
Get on a bus. It might just save your life.
Gasp! Shock! Horror! kazzazla! The beast is operated by a human? Surely an insane proposition, but i reassure all of you you have not ventured yet onto this particular mode of transport that this is indeed the case. A bus needs an autobus driver otherwise it could not get from it's place of origin to it's destination (usually the same place).
Autobus drivers are curious beasts. On one hand they drive a lot. On the other hand they drive a lot of the same roads. [This is all vital information and there will be a test later].
Autobus drivers are varying beasts in temperament. On first examination they are all evil, pure hellish satanical fiends with no objective in life but to destroy and crush all happiness they come across. So i once thought. Indeed it is still true that many autobus operaters still live their life by kicking small grannies who are 10p short into the gutter.
One day i met a nice autobus driver. And then a nicer one. Soon i began to consider the possibility my theory of all autobus drivers being evil as slightly misjudged. I was right to feel so. It is true in some cases, but a lot are very nice once you get to know them. Charming fellas (and ladies indeed).
Get on a bus. It might just save your life.
