Tweedledum and Tweedledee, two of the regular passengers were hiding in the bus shelter, keeping out of the rain. It was consoling to see them. They are regular as clockwork. In fact when they are not waiting at the same bus stop, you worry if they are allright and that something bad has not befallen them.
As usual they have no change. One gives a £5 note and the other gives a £10. I am a typically useless bus driver and carry very little change anyway. It got me into trouble once when a passenger with plenty of time on his hands, sat up half the night writing letters of complaint to my boss, the local newspaper and anyone else he could think of. He was incensed that by not carrying enough change that I was not offering the right service. And as I was a service bus driver, the title gave a clue as to what I should be doing - offering him a service. He banged on and on about how I should park the bus outside the bank and go in and get some change.
Finally the boss got fed up and sent a load of computer legal gobbledygook which stopped the late night e-mails coming.
Today, it went to plan as it normally does. As we went further down the road the old regular passengers got on the bus with the correct change. By the time we had reached the railway station terminus there was enough change to give to Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
They were happy. They always are happy.
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