Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Education is what survives when what has been learnt has been forgotten.

Back to Seven Mile Beach today, this time in the sand dunes dodging tiger snakes and angry crabs.

I had an interesting bus trip this morning. I got on and was faced by an unfamiliar driver. The conversation went thus:
Him: "Are you a regular on this bus mate?"

Me: "Yeah, pretty much every day."

Him: "Great! Great! So, what route does it take?"

Me: "Pardon me?"

Him: "Do you know where it goes?"

Me: "Um. It goes into town..."

Him: "Yeah, yeah, I know that, but what way does it get there?"

Me: "Well, it usually goes straight along here for a bit, then it goes left up the road a bit, then you go through the first roundabout, then at the second roundabout you go right, then you go up this hill, the left, and then left again (still going up the hill), then you hook back in right and go down a hill, then through that bus mall, then you head back on the highway and cross the bridge..."

Him: "Right! Right!... so straight along here, left, roundabout, then right at the second roundabout, up the hill, loop back in to down the hill, through the bus mall, then you head for the bridge?"

Me: "Pretty much."

Him: "Thanks cobber!"

Anyway, we made it in to town.


me said...

Slightly worrying. Didn't happen to be a backwards-speaking dwarf, did he?

Kris said...

No red room. No dwarves. No odd dancing. No naked Isabella Rossellini.

Priyanka Khot said...

Lolz! In our college days, we used to tell new bus drivers the route all the time. Nice to know it is a world over phenomenon.

Roddy said...

Are you sure he was a bus driver? As long as he didn't lead you up the garden path.
The hill you went up wasn't the bridge was it?

Kris said...

Priyanka, they don't usually bother asking here, just miss stops!

Kris said...

Roddy, allegedly.