Sunday, April 27, 2008

Mr B......

All buses are yellow and black right? My bus has been down for repairs for a week so I have been relgated to the oldest buses in the fleet. These are Blue Birds with michanical door openers. There are two of them that sit next to each other among 84 other buses at this yard. One morning I went to my bus put my newspaper in it and then got out to start my pre-check of all the lights tires brakes etc. During this estensive pre-check I took my jacket off and put it on the back of seat. At some point I realized there wasn't any paper towels or a window washing spray bottle so I wound my way though a dozen buses to get some from the shop.
 
Having completed all this I fired up this 40 ft. diesel pusher and drove out to a church parking lot where I usually have a 10 min. wait before my route starts. At this point I reached down for my newspaper and it was not there. Strange I thought as no-one else had been around my bus. For some reason I decided to check the number on the key with the number on the outside of the bus.They did not match. These ignitions are so old that I think you could start most of the old buses with a pocket knife so matching keys isn"t a prequsite for starting the right bus. Now I get to radio in to dispatch to tell them I have the wrong bus. This has to be impressive.They had already figured it out and told me to finish the route.
 
When I got back to the matching bus I found my newspaper and the spray bottle were in one bus and my jacket and the paper towels were in the other bus. I am not sure which bus I pre-checked.
 
I'm sure glad there was only one bus present when I took my four and one half hour CDL bus driving test. Who knows what could have happened..........

Friday, April 11, 2008

Mr. B......

This week was my birthday so I had a little game with my students. I passed them out a questioner with these questions on it:   How old I'm I-----How long have I been married---How many children---How many grandchildren.     They were pumping me with questions trying to get clues.  I told them I would give them one clue that was worthless.   I was born in Wyoming and I was a cowboy when I was young.   One of the boys said  "You don't look like a cowboy.  You just look like a busdriver".
 
I gave the boy who came the closest an uncirculated metal dollar.
 
All but one of them guessed me to be younger that I really am.
 
I should have given them all a dollar for that.    Mr. B....