Friday, May 26, 2006 - The bus

The bus

I have a sister who is wonderful.

She in turn has a husband who is also wonderful.

He is my wonderful brother in law and I love him lots.

Partly because he is the kind of person who always creates funny stories through his usual daily life. He always has fun tales to tell.

This is one such tale. It is a few years old now, but its still pointless and funny.

Enjoy.

One day, Peter was traveling home from work. This was a journey that required two buses. Each journey would take around 30 minutes or so.

Well, on this occasion, as he waited at the bus stop for the first bus, he pulled some mouth wash out of his bag and unscrewed the cap. Just then the bus pulled up, so he quickly took a swig of the mouthwash and climbed aboard. He went and took a seat and swooshed and rinsed his mouth with the wash. After thrity seconds of this (as the bottle suggests) the mouthwash began to burn and sting. Suddenly Peter realised that he could not spit out the mouth wash. He knew he would have to hold it, searing in his mouth, for 30 minutes until he reached his stop.

Squirming in pain, he endured the ordeal and somehow managed to hold in the wash for the full journey. Relieved to see he his stop, he reached up and dinged the bell. He stood, from his seat, mouth still bursting with the minty acid, and walked to the front of the bus. The vehicle came to a screeching halt and the doors sprang open. And as he stepped off of the bus, he swallowed.

30 minutes he held the mouthwash in. 30 painful, agonising minutes. And just seconds from relief, from the freedom to spit it out, as he steps off the bus, his natural instincts kicked in and he swallowed.

Gutted.

I love you Peter.