I was feeling very worried and under the weather a few
weeks ago. I went for a series of long bus rides just to get away from things
and see some new areas, buildings, houses and parks. Perhaps I should have
stayed in until the bad feelings passed, as on one occasion there was a minor incident.
I was on a single-decker bus that stopped at the foot of
a steep hill to pick up some people. When the driver tried to move on, it just
made strange noises and juddered a bit. He was unable to get it going again,
despite making every effort. He radioed for help, and was instructed to get us
all off so that we could catch the next bus.
As the driver stepped off the bus, he turned to me and
said:
“This is all your fault!”
He was only joking, but many a true word is spoken in
jest.
No one was inconvenienced for very long: the next bus
came along in under 10 minutes. The driver obviously appreciated a break in
routine, a little excitement and the chance to have a cigarette. Even so, I did
feel a little guilty.
I have had strange experiences with malfunctioning electrical
equipment in the past, always when I was feeling very jangled. I also
remembered a day many years ago when something similar happened.