bus tales v

So two things from today...

A woman slipped over when she was getting on the bus and cut her forehead open. Thankfully we were almost at Royal North Shore Hospital and there was a guy on the bus who seemed to know a bit of medical stuff. I didn't exactly follow protocol in letting the powers that be know about it, but hopefully all will be fine. The cut seemed minor, from what the guy was saying. And I'm praising God again that one of the guys who trained me, who's a Christian and is just plain nice, was yet again supervising the depot when something crazy happened to me.

A guy got on at my second last stop with his pants undone and with the most slurred speech I have ever heard. I really shouldn't have let him on at all. Would have made for a more interesting story if I hadn't. Huh. That's not why I shouldn't have let him on though... you're not allowed on a bus when you're drunk. So much about bus driving seems to be about how much the driver cares and how angry they are at the world.