I've been zooming around the East Mids on buses hither and yon, going ramblin' and making a day out of it. I much prefer the buses for a day out as I can sit and enjoy the scenery, earwigging conversations and chatting to others.
I've been doing it for over twelve years now, since I got me bus pass, and I can honestly say women are the worst passengers. They nearly always take an aisle seat, reserving the other for their handbag or shopping. I packed in bussing for a while because of COVID but started up again about three weeks ago and now I'm back, operating full time.
Now, in The Day of The Mask, the older ladies look frightened to death if somebody looks like they might want to sit near them. The younger element like to go upstairs and drop their masks. All ages will, if they can, sit on the seats at the front, you know - for the elderly or disabled. The only passengers I have seen not wearing a mask are women. Some come on the bus holding a mask over their mouth with the loops dangling, others remove their mask so they can stuff sweets down their gob, all look guilty but pretend the rules aren't for them.
Men just and quietly watch, and if they are like me, wonder what we ever saw in them. The ugly ones anyway.
I've been doing it for over twelve years now, since I got me bus pass, and I can honestly say women are the worst passengers. They nearly always take an aisle seat, reserving the other for their handbag or shopping. I packed in bussing for a while because of COVID but started up again about three weeks ago and now I'm back, operating full time.
Now, in The Day of The Mask, the older ladies look frightened to death if somebody looks like they might want to sit near them. The younger element like to go upstairs and drop their masks. All ages will, if they can, sit on the seats at the front, you know - for the elderly or disabled. The only passengers I have seen not wearing a mask are women. Some come on the bus holding a mask over their mouth with the loops dangling, others remove their mask so they can stuff sweets down their gob, all look guilty but pretend the rules aren't for them.
Men just and quietly watch, and if they are like me, wonder what we ever saw in them. The ugly ones anyway.


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