Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Blind As A Bus Driver

I'm in the dog house again.

This time it's for not waving to another driver I knew who was less than pleased not to have his cheery greeting reciprocated. It was on the way to France, as I drove off the boat at Calais. I apologised and told him I didn't see him as I was concentrating on not leaving the bottom of my bus on the boat.

It made things worse as he was not a small man and not to sight him was akin to miss seeing the Queen Mary sail up the Thames on a cloudless day.

I think he is getting over it.

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