things change

I’m on the bus, it’s full and I’m standing half way down the aisle. People get off and I relocate to just behind the driver’s cab. The bus driver says something.

‘You’re very well spoken’, he says.

‘How do you know that?’ I say, ‘I’ve never spoken to you’.

‘You were very polite when you asked the lady in the queue whether the bus went to Scalby; you said “please” and “thank you”. You must have been a company director, or somebody important’.

‘No’ I said, ‘I worked in IT’.

There then follows a 5 minute conversation interrupted only by people getting on and off the bus at each of the bus stops.

‘What did you do in IT’, ‘Which languages did you use?’; ‘Did you use COBOL?’. Interspersed among his questions were details of his IT background, though the only thing I could really make sense of were references to ‘Cisco’ (an IT company).

Eventually it’s my stop. We exchange pleasantries. I exit the bus. Is this bizarre or just another bus micro-adventure?