Have been taking bus No. 17 to London Bridge. Ya ya… when you say London Bridge, everyone thinks I’m this tourist in my own city and its a thorough joyride. Nope, its work. My office is a stone’s throw away from London Bridge. Between the consistent announcement ’17 to London Bridge’ all the way from Caledonian Road to the final stop, I tend to overhear a lot of early morning conversations on the bus. Kind of like Mumbai train people watching.
The one this morning was the one totally worth blogging about.
2 little boys enter the bus. School uniforms, big school bags et all. Must be 7 or 8 years old.
Boy 1 : Did ya see Messi’s goal? Legend.
Announcement: 17 to London Bridge. Her Majesty Pentonville Prison.
Boy 2: I heard about it from my Dad. I was out.
Boy 1: I recorded it.
Boy 2: My recorder broke down.
Boy 1: You could come over and we could watch the second goal. The first one was ok but the second one.
….. more about Messi and how great he is….
Announcement: 17 to London Bridge. Kings Cross.
Boy 2 suddenly: You remember the time I dribbled all the way to the other side and scored a similar one.
Boy 1: Wasn’t that Max?
Boy 2: No, it was the day Max wasn’t playing. It was just Chad, you and me.
Boy 1: Right… ofcourse.
….. more about Max not being around enough…..
Announcement: 17 to London Bridge. Ludgate Circus.
… I’m wondering how just 3 boys land up playing the game….
…. more conversation….
…. then the revelation…
Boy 1: Did your PS3 crash? I heard there were some network issues and it got hacked.
Reality : 8 year olds spend more time on their Play Stations, even when there are such beautiful open spaces.
Announcement: 17 to London Bridge. St. Paul’s Cathedral.
Boy 1 and 2 jump out of their seats and get out of the bus.
Thanks for the morning entertainment.