The other day was a swelteringly hot day in London and the 149 was particularly crowded. We were all crammed on to the bus and not getting anywhere fast - the bus was stuck in traffic. We were about 20 metres from a bus stop where loads of people get off and one man was getting rather impatient.
"Why doesn't the driver just open the doors now?" he asked his fellow passengers.
" Come on mate" he yelled towards the front of the bus, "open the door. I'm sweating like an Afghan on terrorist charges here!"
Most of the bus tried to suppress laughs as they guiltily thought they shouldn't condone such turn of phrase.
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There's a London bus I regularly take - it's the number 149, starting at Edmonton Green running through to London Bridge. It's bendy. It is also the most regularly entertaining journey I make. The events that occur on the 149 are often funny, sometimes moving, other times disturbing or just plain weird. I'd like to share these tales with you but more importantly, I want to hear your transport tales. Who would've thought that a bus could be a muse?
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I've been training to drive a bus over the past four weeks and it's like driving around in a bloody green house, we asked if we could have the door open, sure said the instructor, only trouble is, take the hand brake off and it closes and locks until the bus stops moving, can't bloody win.
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