Back Again... Transport Fun

Greetings,

Sorry it has been so long. I decided that I would wait until I could come up with something related to FM rather than just going through detailing my own existence along with great piles of stuff not related to FM. Well, I have sort of come up with something. I will tell you right now that this will not be one of my best posts because I am going to just have a bit of a chat.

So, out with my wife today travelling by public transport. This can be a simple matter and a reasonable joy or it can be a real chore I can tell you. Now, the public transport in Brisbane is not all that bad, even if it is one of the most expensive in the world. Things run reasonably on time and where they are supposed to go and so forth, so there are no complaints about Brisbane Transport in this blog. Some of those who use these services, that is another matter.

There are those who use the transport because they have to (like me), and there are those who choose to because it is better for their health, or it is easier than trying to find parking or whatever. Each to their own...

My first occurrence today was a pair of "gentlemen" and I use that title extremely loosely. They did not use a card nor did they bother to purchase themselves a ticket. More to the point the pair of them looked like they were looking for trouble. They were talking at the height of their voices, bitching about the price of transport for starters, the irony did not hit them at all. Little do they realise that their non-compliance with paying for a ticket is one of the reasons why Brisbane Transport justifies putting the prices up.

My second, I got on a bus sat down in one of the seats near the front with my wife. Comfortably sitting in the spot having a chat. Then some older lady gets on the bus, looks at the pair of us glares and then finds somewhere else to sit. Like she was expecting us to get up and move. This is not the first occurrence of this at all, once again it comes down to the "invisible illness" issue.

I am extremely tempted to buy a walking stick just so I can have it with me so there is something visible that says that there is a problem and maybe people should not judge so quickly. In this I just get irritated by the expectation that because I am younger I will instantly move because the older person wants to sit there. Sure, if it is the last seat on the bus, I may have moved, but it was not. The "lady" had to go a whole one seat back on the bus to get to another one. The shock. The horror of it all. Please do excuse the sarcasm.

Anyway, I am thinking that there may be more entries to come. However, I would not hold your collective breaths on this one. I feel that this blog has come to a stage where I am just going to write when I get the inspiration to do so. I had considered taking the whole thing down but was counselled against it as I have some regular readers who get worth out of my ramblings. You can thank them for the continued presence of my blog.

Cheers,

Henry.