I EXPECT, he said, THAT YOU COULD MURDER A PIECE OF CHEESE?

Well I’m back. And guess what? While the rest of the world had weather problems what did I have to put up with? Nothing but sleet and rain. How boring is that? Especially when everytime I went channel surfing the British stations seemed to be showing nothing but snow snow and more snow.

Anyways, nothing much to report. Am just wasting time waiting for Alive in Jo’burg to download, and also for my virus scan to come to an end and figured that seeing as I have Pavlov turned on I may as well bore the rest of you people too.

Got the train on Thursday, wasn’t running the whole way to Sligo for some reason, so had to get off and get on a bus between Maynooth and Longford^[1] then get back on the train and finally arrive in Sligo. Course I knew this would be happening beforehand so I wasn’t really bothered by it. Unlike the fella sitting behind me on the bus.

Before I continue let me tell you there was an announcement made on the train as we pulled into Maynooth telling us to get on the right bus, and that when I bought my ticket I was told that there would be a bus transfer so I’m figuring everyone knew that there would be a bus involved in the journey.

When we got off the train in Maynooth there were six or seven coaches waiting. Three on one side and three on the other. With a fella in a bright yellow jacket telling people that “the buses on the left are going direct to Longford.” And each of the buses on the right had a little sign saying with the destination. Also as I got on the bus the driver again asked if I was going to Longford, because this bus was going directly there. This driver also wandered up and down the aisle just before we pulled out saying “Everyone here going to Longford? Anyone not going to Longford?” No one spoke up, well apart from the old couple in front of me who mumbled, “well we are going to Dromod, but have to go to Longford first”

You can see where this story is headed can’t you?

We drive along, not stopping anywhere, as the bus is going direct to Longford. Time passes, I’ve no idea how long, I was reading. When the fella in the seat behind me gets up, wanders up to the driver and I hear the driver respond to whatever this fella had said.
“I told you, I don’t stop in Mullingar”

Now, while I do feel sorry for the fella who got on the wrong bus, he really had no one to blame but himself. Maybe the driver should have announced “non-stop” to Longford, but I think the rest of us all got his implication that he wouldn’t be stopping anywhere but Longford. And the bus driver himself wasn’t that customer-friendly, what with his “Not my problem. I asked you all before we left Maynooth”. But still. This fella was a langer. And a double langer for then retaking his seat mumbling and grumbling about how he hadn’t been asked. Never heard the driver mention anything about other buses.

Don’t worry, there were buses coming from Longford and our driver radio-ed and we stopped as one came by and your man got on that and presumably headed off to Mullingar. No doubt giving out all the time.

So, peoples what have we learned? Don’t presume the bus is going where you want it to go. Ask!

Also, got home to find my little Grim Rat from SlaughterHouse Studio’s, cool. Might put up a pic tomorrow. Then again, maybe not.