And now for something horribly British

A red, double-decker bus trundling off into a cloudy landscape (city-scape I suppose). In the nature of things buses are the locus for endless humor of one kind or another.

We were living in Cambridge and regularly took a bus to and from the city center; always crowded, always a long wait. We come bowling merrily down Station Road, over the bridge and turn left. Oh, no, we missed the turning. and the vast crowd waiting to get on the bus immediately after it. Nothing daunted, the bus boldly takes the next turning and weaves its way down a narrow street, turns left and comes out about 20 yards from the vast crowd at the corner, now watching in outraged astonishment as the bus turns right and drives blithely on without them. Of course all of us on the bus were vastly amused. As I said, horribly British.