Was going into town to meet a friend the other week. So decided to have a nice walk to the bottom of the hill to catch the bus.
I needed a day Rider/Rover thingy bob. As I was going further afield. So, I counted out some coins at home. It’s less stressful. Popped them in my jeans pocket, all organised like. Ready for the bus.
The bus came. I’m looking at my handful of coins. I’m now really doubting my seeing skills from earlier. Not wanting to be too short on the bus fare and then having to panic scramble about in my purse looking for coins that I can’t see unless it’s the 50p or the pound coin. Knowing this would make me less likely to get the correct ones as I’m under pressure. I decided to scrap that idea.
Bus arrived. I told people waiting to go infront of me. This would give me abit of time to think what I would do.
Then, like a lightbulb going off in my head. I remembered my new contactless bank card. I’m a genius. I thought. Glanced up looking at the bottom of the bus to see if they accepted it. They did! Embarrassment averted. Got on the bus. Very pleased with myself that now I have this card I don’t have any trouble with pin numbers, card machines or coins anymore! Only to be confronted by a black thing infront of me I didn’t recognise.
After wafting my card all over and around the black thing. Like I was swatting a fly. The bus driver then eventually told me where to place the card.
Found a seat and thought well I least I know where to put it next time. I text my friend to tell her I was on the bus and it would be around near her bus stop soon.
Except it wouldn’t.
I looked up and saw stairs. Its supposed to be a single decker. In my panic about coins. I got on the wrong bus.
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