The things you see on public transport

I saw the strangest thing on the way to work this morning. I was sitting there at the back of the bus squashed in the corner next to a fat Indian guy (who was taking up almost 2.5 seats, instead of the one he paid for!), when I looked down towards the left at the car next to me. Inside I saw a lady juggling a mirror in one hand, some lippy in the other, and driving (in stop-start traffic) with her knees on the wheel. But that’s not the best bit…

The bus slowly continued through the traffic, and as we approached the Toowong roundabout I again looked down to see a lady eating cereal! The amazing thing is that she must be a professional at it, and had obviously been doing it for some time now. Her timing was immaculate! A swift change of the gears, a touch of the brake, then another spoon of Special K from her white bowl, which was delicately poised between the horn on her steering-wheel and her breasts. Wow!!! As soon as the car in front halted, she aimlessly lowered the spoon, changed gears and promptly switch lanes behind the bus, where I continued to view her activities.

The large Indian gentleman next to me followed my gaze and also turned to see what was going on (although ‘turn’ isn’t a good word in this case. “Moved his head slightly because there was no room left in the back seat” is probably a better way of describing it). He giggled (the seat vibrated), then turned back to read his newspaper which was sprawled across his lap blowing in the wind – attempting to keep it steady as the corner of the IT section flapped in my face.

Now the only good things about public transport are: a) bus lanes, b) better for the environment c) you don’t pay parking or fuel and d) you get to read the morning paper without having to pay for it. Only problem is, when Mr Indian dude next to me turned the page, I wasn’t finished yet!! Oh well… I’m sure I’ll get to read the rest of the article when the lady in front gets to page 12

We had a few people come over for dinner tonight, which was great! But poor Michael left his box of MiniDisc’s on the train on the way back home (it malfunctioned, and the passengers had to switch to another train), and since the train went straight to the repair sheds, it must’ve been a Queensland Rail staff member that stole the box, because they couldn’t find it when he called them an hour later I know MiniDisc’s are cheap and replaceable, but not these ones… they had years of radio and advertising demo’s on them, and they were the only copy he had

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