Yesterday the talk was that the Transport Board was next in line for the inevitable job cuts that are finally sweeping our little rock.
A small group of us are waiting catching the bus from St. Philip to Oistins, Christ Church, it had started raining suddenly and unexpectedly, and as always happens when it rains heavily the buses are running late, but, strangely enough everybody is in good spirits.
Finally a bus pulls up and we quietly and uncomplainingly board the bus. A soft spoken young Rastaman gets on just after me and asks the driver (very politely),
Excuse me, you know if this bus passin' through St. Martins?
Busman (aggressively): I DON'T KNOW!!
Rastaman (slightly perplexed): What?
Busman (even more aggressively): I only driving this bus big man! I don't know which part this bus going!
Rastaman (even more confused): 'What??
Busman (almost shouting now): I tell you I only driving this bus! I don't even know where I is, I don't know where this bus going to go long and go... I DON'T KNOW NUTTEN SO!!
Rastaman (utterly confused by now): ...???
Busman (sighing): I driving the route, I know this bus going end up in Oistins. I don't know if it passing through St. Martins or Martin's Bay... I tell you I DON'T KNOW NUTTEN SO!! I does get pay to drive bus!
Rastaman (finally showing some irritation): You serious?!
Busman: If I serious? You don't know if I serious? I know I can't help you? This bus going to Oistins!
The young man walks away and sits next to me. He smiles at me slightly embarrassed I nod sympathetically; I understand.
Mere seconds later a woman boards the bus and asks the driver a question (I didn't hear what).
Busman (exasperated): Jesus Christ now! (pointing at a random man in the bus) Ask he look! He know better than me!
The young Rastaman turns to me and sighs with the understanding of a sage),
Rastaman: Ras, everybody like they feeling the recession; You know?
I wonder if he is right!
Nala (The $2 Philosopher)
A small group of us are waiting catching the bus from St. Philip to Oistins, Christ Church, it had started raining suddenly and unexpectedly, and as always happens when it rains heavily the buses are running late, but, strangely enough everybody is in good spirits.
Finally a bus pulls up and we quietly and uncomplainingly board the bus. A soft spoken young Rastaman gets on just after me and asks the driver (very politely),
Excuse me, you know if this bus passin' through St. Martins?
Busman (aggressively): I DON'T KNOW!!
Rastaman (slightly perplexed): What?
Busman (even more aggressively): I only driving this bus big man! I don't know which part this bus going!
Rastaman (even more confused): 'What??
Busman (almost shouting now): I tell you I only driving this bus! I don't even know where I is, I don't know where this bus going to go long and go... I DON'T KNOW NUTTEN SO!!
Rastaman (utterly confused by now): ...???
Busman (sighing): I driving the route, I know this bus going end up in Oistins. I don't know if it passing through St. Martins or Martin's Bay... I tell you I DON'T KNOW NUTTEN SO!! I does get pay to drive bus!
Rastaman (finally showing some irritation): You serious?!
Busman: If I serious? You don't know if I serious? I know I can't help you? This bus going to Oistins!
The young man walks away and sits next to me. He smiles at me slightly embarrassed I nod sympathetically; I understand.
Mere seconds later a woman boards the bus and asks the driver a question (I didn't hear what).
Busman (exasperated): Jesus Christ now! (pointing at a random man in the bus) Ask he look! He know better than me!
The young Rastaman turns to me and sighs with the understanding of a sage),
Rastaman: Ras, everybody like they feeling the recession; You know?
I wonder if he is right!
Nala (The $2 Philosopher)
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