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not the actual bus stop
just a bit of fun playing at one of those adverts form the 60's |
It was around this time of year that it happened. No, wait, we were looking for a birthday present, so it must have been early on in the summer. The Tall One was about seven, his sister four - years ago now; but they still love to talk about The Day the Bus Stop Disappeared.
The bus service round here could be better and so we're always driving into town, but on that day - the special-looking-for-Dad's-present day - they had talked me into making an adventure. They had talked themselves into an adventure, really; but by the time we set out they were bubbling. Hopping and skipping down the road, full of talk of tickets and timetables, doubledeckers, drivers...The Small One ran ahead (as she does), she knew what she wanted. She was going to get to the big bus stop, sit up on the seat, first in the queue, and wait.
Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. The Tall One pulled up behind. He turned round and waved his arm to show me what was wrong. I looked. I couldn't see anything wrong. Then I realised I couldn't see anything. No bus stop anyway. The bus stop had disappeared! It had been there yesterday. The Small One had checked. Oh, they laughed. They roared. They pretended to look in the litter bin and round the corner and then they laughed some more. And when they had picked themselves back up off the pavement, we walked on down the road and found another stop.
But that's not quite the end of the story. When their Dad came home of course they told him all about the vanishing bus stop. No he said, it can't have just dispparated and he walked them down to have a look. See Dad, right there, it's..
and you're ahead of me now, aren't you? You know what I'm going to say next. The bus stop was right there. Where it always was. Firm in the ground. Solid. Real. With a workman's lorry just pulling away.
And that's the story of The Day the Bus Stop Disappeared