City Bus Driver

A 95-year-old’s quick thinking and a shiny walking stick turned into an unmissable signal, stopping a bus in the most unexpected way! The Walking Stick That Stopped a Bus I’d just turned left at the lights, making steady progress towards the next stop, a bus shelter usually teeming with shoppers. I was a minute early, cruising comfortably between timing points, when suddenly, FLASH! A blinding light struck my eyes from the left. One of those where-the-hell-did-that-come-from moments. My first thought? Some kid with a laser pen having a laugh. But no, there was no one there. Just the quiet pavement, behaving itself. Then, FLASH! Again! Square in the eyes. “What the…?” And then I saw her. A proper veteran of life, standing in the distance, furiously waving a polished metal walking stick above her head. Not just waving, wielding. The thing caught the sun at the perfect angle, firing off warning shots like a distress beacon. Her walking aid was stretched out full length in front of her, as...

On an ordinary bus ride, a strange observation sparks an unexpected mystery. One passenger's fingers, inexplicably smelling of roast beef, leave everyone questioning reality.  The Roast Beef Conundrum The rain was falling in that half-hearted, miserly way that suggests it couldn’t care less about its task. The streets were slick, the passengers bored, and the bus trundled along with the sort of rhythm that mirrors the tired minds inside. It was one of those afternoons where time drips, like the raindrops running down the windows, slow, steady, almost imperceptible. Nothing to disturb the usual hum. Until the voice broke through. Your fingers,” it said, clear and deliberate, “smell like roast beef. The words hung in the air like the first odd drop of a rainstorm, causing ripples across the bus. For a moment, there was silence, a collective pause, as if the universe itself had been thrown off course by the mere suggestion. I glanced up in the mirror. The scene in front of me was one ...

Ever find yourself wondering if there's a "right" way to get that baby buggy off the bus? Whether you're a parent manoeuvring through your morning routine or a bus driver who’s seen it all, the debate between pulling the buggy off in reverse and pushing it forward is more entertaining (and important) than you might think! Baby Buggy Ballet The Techniques at a Glance Pulling Off in Reverse: Smooth Moves: Some say pulling the buggy in reverse allows the force to align nicely with the buggy's centre of gravity, think of it as a gentle, controlled exit. Steady as She Goes: With a more upright posture, this method might reduce those “oops, I almost tripped” moments. Buggy Ballet : Does pulling feel like leading a graceful dance, or is it just a cautious shuffle? We’re curious! Pushing Off Forward: Forward Momentum: Pushing gives the buggy a little forward thrust, almost like launching a mini chariot, though, of course, safety comes first. Unexpected Dance Moves: Ev...

Some moments at work stick with you, not because they’re dramatic, but because they shift your perspective in a way you didn’t expect. A routine chat in the depot led to a revelation that caught me off guard, not in a bad way, just in a how did I miss that? kind of way. But as the moment settled, so did something else: a quiet happiness, not just for my colleague, but for the kind of workplace where being yourself isn’t a big deal, it’s just normal. Note: In this job, we’re trained to see things coming, anticipate the unexpected, spot trouble before it happens, always keep our eyes open. And yet, somehow, I completely missed this one. No hazards, no warning signs, just a colleague casually dropping news that had apparently been sitting at the bus stop for ages while I drove right past it.  A Workplace Where Being Yourself Is Normal There’s a rhythm to our mornings as bus drivers. A nod here, a raised coffee cup there, a language of silent camaraderie before the first passengers of...

A sudden bang shatters the calm of a packed bus, jolting me into a past I thought I'd left behind. For a split second, I’m not just a driver, I’m somewhere else entirely. And all because of one unsuspecting walking stick. When a Walking Stick Sounds Like the End of the World Picture this, a packed bus, mid-afternoon, teetering at a busy junction, my foot delicately feathering the brake like a concert pianist caressing the keys. Every passenger, blissfully unaware of the precarious ballet I’m performing with traffic, just wants to get where they’re going. Then, it happens. A sharp BANG!, a noise so loud, so sudden, that my heart attempts an unauthorised departure through my ribcage. It’s the kind of sound you don’t want to hear while threading through lanes of impatient motorists, not unless you enjoy adrenaline-fuelled existential crises. For a split second, time freezes. My hands grip the wheel a little tighter. A dozen heads jerk up in synchrony, wide-eyed, scanning for the impen...

Valentine’s Day meets bus driver humour in a playful twist on classic love poems. From traffic jams to unexpected romance, these verses prove that even the longest routes can be filled with laughter. Hop on and enjoy the ride! Love, Laughter, and a Busload of Banter So, why not take a few well-known love poems and give them a little twist from behind the wheel? These bus-themed versions prove that even when you're stuck in traffic, a good laugh can still keep things rolling. Hop on, sit back, and enjoy these playful reimagining's of classic rhymes – because who says romance can’t have a bit of bus driver humour? Valentine’s Day is all about celebrating unique relationships with personalised messages and meaningful gestures of love. Roses are red, the bus is on time, I never knew love until I saw you in line! Roses are red, the seats are askew, coffee’s gone cold, and so are you. Roses are red, the route’s a disaster, if you’re late again, I’ll make you walk faster. Roses are re...

A forgotten bus pass, a firm policy, and a split-second decision, sometimes, the right call isn’t about rules but recognising potential. When a determined teenager sprinted off instead of arguing, I saw more than just a fare dodger. And that changed everything. When the Right Decision Isn’t in the Rulebook It’s that feeling of uncertainty when you have to make a call, unsure whether the outcome will benefit the bottom line or cause more problems down the road. For us on the buses, it’s often about protecting the revenue, standing firm on policies, and not letting a chancer slip through the cracks. But let’s be honest, sometimes the line between being firm and being reasonable is thinner than you think. There are days when a decision feels like a loss. You know, the kind where you stick to the rulebook, yet something doesn’t sit right after the fact. It’s a hard call to make, knowing when to enforce the policy and when to offer a bit of leeway. A free ride here and there might not seem ...