28 November (Part 1) - The 301 bus again
A few minutes before 5 p.m. yesterday I arrived at the Market Place bus stop and was a
little disappointed to see there was a predicted 17 minute wait for a 301 but not too despondent
because the arrivals board habitually lies. Sure enough one showed up right on
the hour and cruised to a stop. As it did so I was overwhelmed by ten or more black
schoolgirls with not a thought for anyone but themselves. I wasn’t quite pushed
over and wasn’t particularly upset by it; black female hooligans are pretty much the
norm in Bexleyheath. Not just in Bexleyheath perhaps. When I used to travel on
the DLR to West Ham four times a week, it was generally black females who would
barge everyone else out of the way to grab the last seat.
Yesterday however was a little different. The young black bus driver came to the
front door - at first I thought we were going to get
a repeat of last
week’s fiasco - and pointed his finger at me. He told the girls that he had
seen what they had done and no one was getting on to the bus before me.
Just a little embarrassed I thanked him profusely and got on an otherwise empty bus.