The "Bus" Lady

Yesterday we decided to go to China Town.

We hadn't been for a while, since Pru had came into our lives. We had to be sure she would be Okay on her own. Our confidence in Pru has grown, so we thought we would treat ourselves.

The bus journey was very interesting. The first stop after we had boarded the bus, a lady and man got on. She was screaming and laughing. He was more restrained, but also was having a good giggle.

As they got closer to us (we had sat at the back of the bus), I could see the lady looking straight at me.

Thereafter, the journey was a blur. She screamed at the end of every sentence, her own and those spoken by others. Yes, screamed, and laughed. The man produced two cans of lager from his jumper, and they took one each. He revealed she had had thirteen "tinnies" already.

She was going to the city to view properties, as she was keen to bag a bargain. As she sipped her lager and continued to scream, she asked where we were from.

"Ireland?", she said, "...or Belfast?" - She was drunk!

We told her we were from Scotland, and (cover your ears!),

"SCOTLAND...I should have known that!", she shouted, through blasts of chuckles and screeches.

She proceeded to inform us that she was a writer, a best selling author in fact. The man looked embarassed. She simply dismissed him and said it had to come out sooner or later. Her latest book was going to be her best. Possible titles for her new work were "The Bus Stop", "Lady On The Bus" or something that sounded like "Pamela's Diary".

She was also 70. Well, she wasn't sure. She might have been 68. She looked good for her age either way. Clearly well preserved by alcohol.

She had a lot of stories to tell, and by all accounts had had a very interesting life. But pretty soon it was her stop, and she left. She waved and told everyone "Goodbye".

Life would be more fun if people were like this more often. I'm glad I met her. Thanks Pamela.