tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post2350402312557263498..comments2024-02-12T11:19:53.040-05:00Comments on RIGHT WHERE WE BELONG: Foolish Things--Missing My Bus StopKaren and Gerardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234935499886839237noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post-84559452277091944502009-04-02T21:42:00.000-04:002009-04-02T21:42:00.000-04:00Just dropping by to say hello Karen, sorry I have ...Just dropping by to say hello Karen, sorry I have been MIA. I am sorry to hear of your horrible ride. God bless.<BR/><BR/>JodiAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18278081424560017497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post-73374681558530299822009-04-02T20:49:00.000-04:002009-04-02T20:49:00.000-04:00Daisy--Makes me nervous too!Polly--That sounds lik...Daisy--Makes me nervous too!<BR/><BR/>Polly--That sounds like a wild ride! Our bus pokes along v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. It's sometimes hard to stay awake!<BR/><BR/>Sandee--I wouldn't ride the bus everyday if I didn't work downtown, but the parking is very expensive and the last thing I want to do when I get off work is fight traffic. Rush hour is a mess in downtown Cleveland! Glad I gave you a chuckle. <BR/><BR/>Jude--Gerard is glad he doesn't have to ride the bus either. He drives to work every day. Buses are an adventure!Karen and Gerardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15234935499886839237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post-4342157197930371712009-04-02T14:37:00.000-04:002009-04-02T14:37:00.000-04:00Poor Karen I'm so grateful I don't have to ride th...Poor Karen I'm so grateful I don't have to ride the bus. It must be 20 years since I was even on one.Judehttp://jude8753.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post-61636224711905736912009-04-02T12:11:00.000-04:002009-04-02T12:11:00.000-04:00Yikes, I can't imagine riding a bus everyday (I li...Yikes, I can't imagine riding a bus everyday (I live out in the boondocks), and can see myself getting lost and doing exactly the same thing. I see your point about not looking for the lady though since she has messed you up twice now. Thanks for the chuckle.<BR/><BR/>Have a terrific day. :)Sandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785788498697004273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post-54622424026619383592009-04-02T09:24:00.000-04:002009-04-02T09:24:00.000-04:00I lived in a tiny hamlet as a child and our bus st...I lived in a tiny hamlet as a child and our bus stop was a very long, long walk (especially for little feet) but as people in those days weren't frightened of being fined and political correctness had not even been dreamed up ... things were so very different. The bus driver would often stop to let you on or off nowhere near a bus stop. The clippie (conductress) would give you the end of the ticket rolls to play with. Sometimes if you were taking the journey on your own the tuppenny fair would be waived. Everyone, whether they knew you or not would either nod, smile, say 'hallo' or mention the weather ... and when you got off they would do the same and say goodbye.<BR/><BR/>Now it is speed, speed, speed ... so much so that whilst on a small bus the driver was trying to get into town so quickly - every time we went around a corner it required holding on for dear life. By the time I got into town I felt almost bruised and battered not to mention jostled and shaken ... the last thing I felt like doing was what had been the initial intention ... to do some shopping.<BR/><BR/>Much better to slow down the ride and bring back the courtesy and friendliness!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12232800801644644689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556878706697309931.post-1529845224177208632009-04-02T08:04:00.000-04:002009-04-02T08:04:00.000-04:00Oh, it would make me very nervous if I could not s...Oh, it would make me very nervous if I could not see my stop clearly!Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00412703583921658038noreply@blogger.com