Ticket to ride
on Jul 19 in General by DanYesterday Amy, Evan, and I went to see my mum in Holmfirth. At the urging of Madonna, the Pussycat Dolls, and the other notorious public transport users that populated Live Earth I decided to be environmentally friendly and catch the bus.
While there are regular busses into Huddersfield from our village, services to the smaller towns and villages are pretty few and far between. I had looked the bus times up on the internet before I left home and was expecting one in around twenty minutes. But looking at the timetable at the bus stop it appeared that one wasn’t due for around an hour and a half.
There were two men standing nearby engaging in the sort of loud and robust conversation that only Yorkshire men can.
“This global warming thing is a pile of shite” one declared authoritatively. “Bloody melting ice-caps? Load of bollocks. If you get a ice cube out of the freezer and put it on the ground it’s going to melt isn’t it. It’s the same with them ice-caps, course they are bloody melting: they’re made of ice.”
This tickled me somewhat and I smiled as I industriously studied the timetable. I was just about to give it up for a bad job when the expert in climate change approached me.
“You look like you’ve got your hands full lad” He said kindly, gesturing towards Evan, Amy, and the changing bag I was holding. “Do you want me to flag down the bus when it comes? Sometimes it just drives right past you know.”
“No it’s ok” I answered “I don’t think it’s due for over an hour anyway”.
“No lad” he told me ” It’ll be here any minute now.” And as he spoke the bus miraculously rounded the corner. The man casually waved to the driver to stop and the kids and I were ushered quickly and efficiently onto the bus, settling comfortably on the back seat.
The bus had arrived 20 minutes before the internet said it would, and an hour and a half before the timetable on the shelter claimed. But this man appeared to have had some sort of supernatural insider knowledge.
I might have to rethink my attitude towards global warming.
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I emailed you back just now, so, if you don’t get it, then it’s not working. But, if you are getting your other emails then maybe my account just doesn’t like your account? :P
We wasn’t wearing a flat cap was he? The men from Yorkshire that do see all and know all before being presented with the traditional flat cap of cosmic knowledge at a rare and mysterious ceremony.
Madonna takes public transit all the time. She’s also British.
Island Girl – It seems hotmail and yahoo are colaberating in order to keep us apart. I’ve even checked my spam folder in case you’d been filed there by mistake. There was no sign of your emails (unless you were trying to sell me viagra).
We are destined to spend our lives communicating through the comments sections of blogs. I will meet you next over at Holmes’. I shall be wearing a pink carnation in my buttonhole
I’ve always great respect for people who use buses to commute. I always worry that the bus isn’t really going where it’s supposed to. And – apparently the schedules are just for fun too huh?
I hate buses. I wish we had better transportation options, i.e., trains and subways, but alas, I can only airplane, bus, or yellow cabbit.
You said buttonhole.
Well, that’s odd. See you round, I guess! A bit sad, really. But ours is not to reason why.
So I’m replying to your email here, as per our system. They won’t be in your junk folder b/c what happens is about a day or so after I send it I get a notice saying it is ‘delayed’ and then another day or two later I get a notice saying it ‘could not be delivered’ – do you get emails from other hotmail addresses? Dis silly.
It’s not every day you get to talk to God, you know. I knew the global warming thing was a scam.