Sleeping on the bus...

I will never understand how people sleep on public transport. Particularly on buses in Sydney. This evening on the way home there was a lady sleeping on the bus and the following thoughts popped into my head:

1) Her head is going to fall off from the drivers wiplash braking.
2) Her white eye slits were reminding of a horror movie.
3) Is she going to miss her stop?
4) Someone's going steal her handbag.
5) I wonder if she would notice if a flicked this chewy into her mouth? (Haa haa eewwwww!)
6) She's drooling a little.

Mascara

There is nothing more suspensful than watching a woman putting of her mascara on a Sydney bus.

Bus trip turn around

A few days after my bad bus experience post I had a great bus day! The morning didn't start that well, the guy at the newsagent still stared right through me, and my first bus driver did manage to drive into the trunk of a tree! Oh yeh, I am not joking! But that resulted in a lovely walk to the next bus stop with the little 75 year old lady who was sitting next to me on the 'tree' bus. She was visiting her daughter and was heading to central to go on a little day trip to meet a friend. She was sooo cute!

On the way home from work that evening I met another lady, she was wearing the same perfume as me and was visiting a friend in my subhurb. I also met a little old couple who required bus advice, which I am not that good at giving, but I managed this one well as they needed the same bus mine. The old guy was born in my home town and grew up on Rottnest Island! His Dad designed this open air cinema in the middle of Perth, that has now been torn down. We had a lovely chat on the way home, and I was actually dissapointed to get off the bus, when I normally rush of there like a drug addict running from the cops. (Too politically incorrect? Ok maybe, I'm sorry. I have been trying sarcasm on for size, I think that in the right scenario's that it fits.)