Didn’t get the bus I normally catch this morning. No matter, I thought, the sun was shining and Bideford Quay would be as good a place as any to while away the time until the next one. That was a strategic error of no little magnitude. The reason for it being a blunder not to be repeated (hence The Who song title at the top of the posting) is that the next bus allows pupils bound for Park School in Barnstaple to get on board.
I should emphasise that letting these schoolkids on the bus is not akin to bringing the Trojan Horse within the city walls or just allowing the Visigoths to use your loo before they go on somewhere else to pillage, but…. I know this is going to make me sound all Meldrew-ish…. these kids just talked non-stop shite. They were also incredibly noisy and foul-mouthed beyond belief. The group of girls sitting closest to me would have been about 13 years old – no older – so to hear one of them constantly going on about “motherfuckers” was somewhat disconcerting. This is slightly hypocritical of me as I swear at will, but that does not generally include while I am on a bus.
Anyway, could have been worse, I didn’t have to fend off the little heathens with a rolled-up umbrella, gradually retreating to the door of the bus so I could escape, but I did breathe a sigh of relief when I stepped off the bus. How teachers can put up with that sort of stuff day in, day out is a mystery to me. Not much wonder so many of the teachers I have met are either incipient alcoholics or teetering on the edge of insanity, and in some cases are both. Lesson learned, don't miss the bus.
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