What’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to you on a bus?
Can I only tell one story?
Aged 18, I found myself studying at Heriot-Watt University in the beautiful city of Edinburgh. Or rather, on the outskirts of the city.
My favourite part of the day was the walk back and forth to the bus stop. Especially in autumn. Swishing through the ample leaves.
The walk itself, was long and lonely. Peaceful and calm. Just my friend and I.
My friend being a Sony Walkman.
Yes, I am that old.
Our relationship was something of a love affair that went inevitably like this: I had one tape. Just one. Alannah Myles. And I knew all of the words. Sony would sing tunefully to me at his loudest possible setting. I would sing along, with maximum output, but comparatively out of key.
During the long, lonely walk to the bus stop, Sony and I sang together and sometimes found ourselves breaking into a full-blown dance.
Should another lone walker, on some rare occasion, loom in the distance, we would quickly hide our passion, and proceed towards the bus stop in a composed manner.
One day however, something went wrong.
Sitting on the packed homeward-bound bus (by packed I mean there were even people standing upstairs), I had closed my eyes and sank into the heroic tones of “Black velvet” when I found myself disturbed by a noise. A terrible noise. An extremely loud noise.
That it was me singing…
And whacking my leg.
My face burned and didn’t cool down any when the woman who’d been sitting next to me, took the first available opportunity to go and sit next to someone else.