But the picture brought back the memory of a mid-1960's incident which falls very neatly into the category of "What the hell was I thinking?"
I used to visit friends in London where I would emulate everyone else, by jumping on a bus driving away from a bus stop. Once I was actually congratulated by the conductor for having made it on the bus.
Well at Worswick Station, I saw my bus had just started to pull away. So I ran and jumped on the bus which was a lot slower than what I had been used to in London. The bus stopped and the conductor told me to get off using some choice language.
So shamefacedly I went back to the queue, fully aware of the astonished looks on everyone else's faces. I never jumped on a running bus again.
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