Gemstone
Here for the Journey
The other day a friend said to me, "Let's go somewhere nice. We could take the train, bus or anything - let's just go".
Next morning I got up had my breakfast and packed a rucksack with healthy food and loads of water, a light raincoat and a purse.
At the bus station the bus waiting was to a town quite a long way away. It sounded quite good so we got our tickets and grabbed our seats for the 2 hour journey. At the start of the journey a lady in a uniform stood up and went through the safety procedures. I barely registered when she mentioned the toilet in the back right hand corner of the bus - after all 2 hours is nothing is it?
Before I left home I had a mug of coffee, a cup of coffee at the bus station and I had been confidently sipping at my 2 litre bottle of water for the last hour and a half when it dawned on me that I wasn't gonna make it to the end of the journey without finding the loo.
As we came to a straight piece of road I made my move. A large lady takes a little while to negotiate the journey from the front of the bus to the back and when I reached the loo I realised I needed a shoe-horn to get me in. As niagra falls gushed into the pan I felt relieved and just a little smug that I had managed so well in such a small cubicle.
Then disaster struck!
As I turned round to pull the flush the bus hit a bend, my bum knocked the lock and the door swung open!
I turned around hoping against hope that no-one had seen me mooning
I closed the door again, put myself straight and made my exit, sauntering down the bus with my nose in the air. No-one stirred - nothing - phew I had got away with it!
We had a nice day in the town, taking in the sights and the shops, feeling good about not eating the wrong things. Then, all too soon it was time to catch the bus back home again.
As we approached the bus I noticed little knots of people talking together and laughing. The laughter stopped as we approached. Then one guy winked cheekily at me and said, "Are we going to have a show on the way back as well?"......
Next morning I got up had my breakfast and packed a rucksack with healthy food and loads of water, a light raincoat and a purse.
At the bus station the bus waiting was to a town quite a long way away. It sounded quite good so we got our tickets and grabbed our seats for the 2 hour journey. At the start of the journey a lady in a uniform stood up and went through the safety procedures. I barely registered when she mentioned the toilet in the back right hand corner of the bus - after all 2 hours is nothing is it?
Before I left home I had a mug of coffee, a cup of coffee at the bus station and I had been confidently sipping at my 2 litre bottle of water for the last hour and a half when it dawned on me that I wasn't gonna make it to the end of the journey without finding the loo.
As we came to a straight piece of road I made my move. A large lady takes a little while to negotiate the journey from the front of the bus to the back and when I reached the loo I realised I needed a shoe-horn to get me in. As niagra falls gushed into the pan I felt relieved and just a little smug that I had managed so well in such a small cubicle.
Then disaster struck!
As I turned round to pull the flush the bus hit a bend, my bum knocked the lock and the door swung open!
I turned around hoping against hope that no-one had seen me mooning
I closed the door again, put myself straight and made my exit, sauntering down the bus with my nose in the air. No-one stirred - nothing - phew I had got away with it!
We had a nice day in the town, taking in the sights and the shops, feeling good about not eating the wrong things. Then, all too soon it was time to catch the bus back home again.
As we approached the bus I noticed little knots of people talking together and laughing. The laughter stopped as we approached. Then one guy winked cheekily at me and said, "Are we going to have a show on the way back as well?"......
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