Little person on board
Doom, gloom and despondency. I’m working early turn from tomorrow. This is a bit of a mixed blessing. It means that I get home while the shops are still open [because David does bugger all around the house, claiming to be toooo busy]. It also means that I have to run the gauntlet of using the 46 bus service early in the morning.
At that time of the day the 46 is a bit of a baggage van for staff from the Royal Free [Hospital] on their way to work. Because the Royal Free is quite a forward thinking place, they provide a crèche. This means that quite a few, well, seemingly the same four people, go to work and take their off-spring. All well and good in theory but the problem is that they take them in prams [strollers / buggies]. I could live with this if they would take the brat out of the pram, fold the thing, and then get on the bus. That, though, would be far to easy.
The Americans got man on the moon with very little mishap. The Brits can't get woman on the bus without loads of frigging around, bumped ankles and much rummaging, in sundry different bags, for the Oyster card.
Because this is “Hampstead, don’t you know”, prams have to be the big, three wheeled, designer type things [designed by people who were never going to use them].
I do recall, and not so many years ago too, that the bus driver would not let prams on unless they were folded and could be stored in the luggage thingy.
At that time of the day the 46 is a bit of a baggage van for staff from the Royal Free [Hospital] on their way to work. Because the Royal Free is quite a forward thinking place, they provide a crèche. This means that quite a few, well, seemingly the same four people, go to work and take their off-spring. All well and good in theory but the problem is that they take them in prams [strollers / buggies]. I could live with this if they would take the brat out of the pram, fold the thing, and then get on the bus. That, though, would be far to easy.
The Americans got man on the moon with very little mishap. The Brits can't get woman on the bus without loads of frigging around, bumped ankles and much rummaging, in sundry different bags, for the Oyster card.
Because this is “Hampstead, don’t you know”, prams have to be the big, three wheeled, designer type things [designed by people who were never going to use them].
I do recall, and not so many years ago too, that the bus driver would not let prams on unless they were folded and could be stored in the luggage thingy.Because our glorious leader [Mayor, Ken Livingstone] has made provision on the buses for people in wheelchairs, silly sods with prams think that this space is for them and their brogdinaggian size prams.
London buses are not the biggest in the world and the 46 is no exception. It's the same as the one below.
Now you see what I mean. Two of these fools with prams get on at the same stop as I do. They then get off at the Royal Free, 800 yards away. What amazes me is that they will stand and wait for a bus when in the time that they have waited plus the time they spend struggling with the pram getting onto and off of the bus, they could have walked the distance.
posted by liits at 3:51 PM
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