Christmas spirit

life

It was my last day at work before Christmas today. When I got off the bus, the nice bus driver (the nicest driver on the route) wished me Happy Christmas. It reminded me of the driver (aka Mr. Nice) we used to have on our school bus. I went to school just outside Croydon, a good 15 miles from my home. A lot of girls (I went to an all girls school) were in the same boat, and there were no public bus services on the route, so the parents clubbed together to hire a coach.

What we actually got was a double decker bus, which looked like the owners had dragged it out of a scrap heap. It was painted with horizontal stripes; cream, avocado and salmon, like a deranged Neapolitan ice cream. We would have bets on whether it would make it up the biggest hill without us having to get out and walk (I'm not kidding