Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Standing on the bus

The wailing family reminded me of another crying toddler, from several years ago, whose story has stuck in my mind.

She was about three years old, going in to town with mummy.

She thought it more fun to stand in the gangway. Mummy warned her, but she knew best.

Until the inevitable. The bus braked, she sat down, hard.

A second’s shock, then she cried & scrambled on to mummy’s knee for a cuddle. Fortunately you could tell that only her feelings were injured.

A few moments of comfort, then she sat up, rubbed her eyes & said, indignantly: That never happens when I stand on the train.

Out of the mouths …

Our local trains travel in stately fashion, only a few miles between stations, not much call for accelerator or brake, particularly not unexpectedly.

Even long distance trains rarely accelerate suddenly, but they do often brake quite forcefully.

That’s why, if you have a back problem, it’s better always to sit with your back to the engine, even if you feel you are one of those who needs to see where you are going, rather than from whence you came. Better to be thrown back against the cushions than to jerk forwards.

Funnily enough, although I have no problem on a train, I can no more sit comfortably facing backwards on a bus than I can on a plane.