The 212. A story.

For the first time in a long time I got the 212 between Stroke City and Belshaft.

I made the story into a video for the entertainment of others..

But for those who don't want to watch awful videos, the long story short is:

Got the bus because my car broke down, was boiled alive on the top deck and I'm wearing a suit for a funeral. Then when leaving the bus the driver said "Have a good day" – which I misheard and thought he said "Do you know the way" so I responded "I've been here lots thanks!" before immediately realising my mistake and then said in a flustered panic "I like buses".

The driver looks at me and said "Of course you do son". This has been reliving in my head every day since.

And IF you want to see the story being dramatically retold, here's the video version: https://youtu.be/FBwiYkcQUE0?si=SQ3CSzjoCn0IYhmS

(I'm the guy who's making a silly story about a killer moustache for any-one who remembers!)

The regular passengers on that bus are built of a material stronger than me.

I'm never leaving the house again.