God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul

God was much in evidence on the bus today.

I was travelling through 'The Land That God Forgot' past the village called 'God's Waiting Room'. What's more was that I was carrying a woman passenger whose every second phrase was: "Oh my God."

I shouldn't pick up these things, but being the nosey Accidental Bus Driver, I cannot help it. Particularly when it involves an 'off the wall' conversation with another teenage boy, about the state of the job market in the local area.

"Oh my God. How much?"

"40 hours for £100. 100 measly quid," replied the boy.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.(said more slowly and quietly)"

"Yeah. It's pretty unbelievable."

"Unbelievable. I didn't think that was allowed. Oh my God."

"It isn't allowed."

"Oh my God. That's slave labour."

"Well he said if I didn't like his miserable £100, then I could shove it right up my.........."

"Oh my God (higher pitched and very loud)."

"And what's more I had to clean all the bedrooms."

"Oh my God"

"And the bar."

"Oh my God."

"And sweep the steps and wash all the outside."

"Oh my God."

"And be up working until way after midnight."

"Oh my..."

"And without a break."

"Oh....."

"Yeah 40 hours for £100. Well, no. After I had paid me friends and family, it worked out at 40 hours for £40 "

There was no anwser. I thought she had fainted. She hadn't. God must have intervened. I had silently prayed for a stop to this tittle tattle and sure enough my prayers were answered. The woman and the teenager got up and left the bus.