The 17.15 bus came to a creaking stop in front of me and my boyfriend, Alan. As the doors opened, a bald pale looking man, who I thought was Polish, grunted at me as I held my ticket out for him to inspect.
We sat in the front left side seats of the bus before the journey began. But, before we knew it the driver suddenly pressed down hard on the accelerator causing the bus to growl in anger as it struggled to pick up speed.
The noise getting louder and louder as the gears changed.
I watched in horror as we raced towards a bend in the road before being flung across to the bus window. I grabbed onto Alan as I started to fear for our lives with this bald man’s careless driving.
But it was as though he was doing it on purpose. He would look in his rear-view mirror and smirk just slightly as if he was enjoying it.
And he ended up going through a red light!
I thought the entire 45 minute journey would be like this, but we were lucky. He slowed down to legal speeds once we hit the towns.
Thank God!
Bus drivers have always been mean though. You must have noticed how they break harder once you’ve got up to get off the bus right?
