Dear Steven,
I got stuck on the bus again today. It seems to happen every Wednesday when I go to see the Colonel. We meet up every week to talk philosophy and play a quick game of Twister. He has bad arthritis and the beginnings of Parkinson’s disease, so I usually win. But, I haven’t seen him for seen weeks now because I keep getting stuck on the number 47 bus. I should have learned after the first three times, but it just keeps happening. The problem is my skis, you see. I can get on the bus with them, buy my ticket, and then walk down the aisle because I am going in a straight line and I’m being careful. But, when I sit down, they get tangled under the seat in front of me and I cannot get out. It doesn’t help that the ski boots are so stiff. Every week I’m stuck on the bus until it gets back to the bus yard and the driver can help me out. It was seven hours last Wednesday. The bus driver said I should stop wearing skis when I get on the bus. He said it’s a stupid thing to do. I told him I have to practice for our skiing holiday this winter. He said there is no point on any skiing holiday where you would have to wear your skis on a bus. But, he would say that, wouldn’t he? He’s just annoyed because he has to help me out each time. He says that he won’t stop next week if he sees me in skis. He will though. He has to.
Your friend
Kevin