Wheel Nut:
I haven’t done it but I always laugh when others do it, surely when you are on a bus and you don’t recognise anyone is a sure sign.
The bus nearest the drivers cab is always the front, even if they only use one door
Exactly. When you get off the train the front bus is for the back and the back bus is for the front, couldn’t be simpler.
A few months ago my mate Bob tried to help an English driver and his paseenger who had got on the wrong bus.
Bob, “You’re on the wrong bus mate.”
Bloke, “Yeah, all right mate, (rolls eyes ) a bus is a bus innit?” Looks around for approval as to his cleverness.
Bob, “No mate, that’s your bus there,” helpfully indicating the other same, yet different bus.
Bloke, just laughs.
Buses set off and our bus sails past the blokes truck on it’s way to the rear rake, at which point he starts shouting for the bus to stop, which is of course ignored.
Bob, “Told you, you’re on the wrong bus.”
Bloke, "Well that’s just [zb]ing stupid.
Bob, “Yes, it is.”
Should I point out that when I say drivers cab. I mean train drivers cab Nah
When I first used the train I got on the bus and followed a “face” who I kept an eye on and followed him when I got off,worked a treat and I’ve never failed to get on the wrong one yet
I personally have a policy of always taking a seat facing the door on which I entered the Club Car, and this seems to work for me.
I too have also wandered around the car decks on the DOCA ferries wondering where I left the bloody thing, on a bad day I can’t even remember what deck it is on, nowadays I take the precaution of writing down the deck and whether I am parked at the front or the back, the left or the right (I refuse to use this “port and starboard, fore and aft” thing, just as I refuse to refer to the bogs as “the heads”).
I always see coachloads of bewildered coffin-dodgers wandering around deck 3, every single crossing, I always point them towards the lift to deck 5 where their coach is parked.
Getting on the right bus might seem logical to those that have done the train, but it didn’t even cross my mind the first time I used the train.
Because the train was nearly full me and my co-driver ended up sitting nearer the other door, so seemed to make sense to get out of that door. The only reason we got onto the right bus was another driver told us we were heading for the wrong bus.
So Neil you might met the odd driver who won’t listen, but the likes of me are greatful for the advice of the old hands at the job.
I followed the bloke who sat next to me on the bus the other side, the fool got the wrong bus at the other end and I so did I of course I was in pole position and I had a wagon and drag on air all around, obviously it had an air leak too, so to make matters worse I was 5mins building up my air before I could move off too
Certainly have, couple of months ago, got on second bus because first one was packed. Stopped at first truck at front of train no one got off, second truck the same, third the same. No wonder the first bus was so full, we were having a good laugh at the poor sods who were doing the “walk of shame”, when another english driver pointed out that me and my mate were also on the wrong bus
Fortunately it was the right wrong bus if you like, it just carried on and took to our trucks at the rear of the train, face saved
I followed the bloke who sat next to me on the bus the other side, the fool got the wrong bus at the other end and I so did I of course I was in pole position and I had a wagon and drag on air all around, obviously it had an air leak too, so to make matters worse I was 5mins building up my air before I could move off too
I suppose that could catch us all out if we were deep in conversation with a numptie
Not exactly the same but I took my uncles truck back to Ireland on the overnight Liverpool to Dublin boat.
I was absolutely nackered and just got in the bunk pulled the bunk curtains and crashed out next morning I slept through the commotion of everyone getting off other than the ones who couldn’t get round me and only woke up after they had started searching the boat for me and were hammering the life out of the cab. The crew or the flip flop wearers in the other trucks wasn’t amused.
kr79:
Not exactly the same but I took my uncles truck back to Ireland on the overnight Liverpool to Dublin boat.
I was absolutely nackered and just got in the bunk pulled the bunk curtains and crashed out next morning I slept through the commotion of everyone getting off other than the ones who couldn’t get round me and only woke up after they had started searching the boat for me and were hammering the life out of the cab. The crew or the flip flop wearers in the other trucks wasn’t amused.
) a bus is a bus innit?” Looks around for approval as to his cleverness.
of course I was in pole position and I had a wagon and drag on air all around, obviously it had an air leak too, so to make matters worse I was 5mins building up my air before I could move off too 