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Old people say the darndest things

August 8, 2009 at 3:29 am | Posted in Dialogue, Homecoming | Leave a comment
Tags: Dialogue, Public Transport, Senior Citizens, Snowboard

Snowboards, in a bag with wheels or not, are not made for public transport.

As I struggled to roll the ridiculously long, awkward black beast towards the bus I noticed the gaping gorge up to the step of the bus. I heaved the bag to stand up next to me and grabbed the handle in readiness to lift it onto the bus.

Once on I leant my friend, taller than me, on the baggage area, me standing tall adjacent to ensure the wheels didn’t propel it across the aisle, and fumbled in my pocket for the travelpass, people squeezing themselves past down into the seats.

Travelpass in, green machine digestive noise, Travelpass out.

Still keeping the bag tall I walked it into a wheelchair space, thankfully senior citizens had avoided me and kept this space for special needs travelers free.

Finally in a somewhat stable position, holding the bag hostage against the window, with an arm around it to hold onto the pole tightly, I hear a senior male voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” I answer, expecting to be berated for taking up the spot usually reserved for he and his bingo mates.

“It’s lucky you don’t play the piano.”