On the way home from the museum yesterday, the bus drew up at a stop and a bloke gets on.
The following conversation ensues between him and the driver:
BLOKE: How much does a ticket cost to Withington? Haven't a clue, 'cause I've never got on a bus in my entire life.
DRIVER: £1.20, mate [or however much it was]. How come you've never got on a bus in your entire life, then?
BLOKE: Always driven a car, haven't I?
DRIVER: So what happened to your car?
BLOKE: Coppers took it off me just half an hour ago. 'Cause I didn't have any insurance, see?
Bus continues on down Wilmslow Road, until it reaches the stop before my one. The doors hiss open.
DRIVER: There you go. Hope you get your car back soon, mate.
The bloke gets off.
BLOKE: (just before bus doors close again) It'll be fucking crushed, won't it? I'll just have to buy a new one tomorrow.
Driver shrugs and rolls his eyes as he drives off.
Cue much concealed hilarity on the part of the passengers.
