Bus Queue Hello!
The other day, a very, very bizarre thing happened at my local bus-stop. Something that nobody, at eight am was ready for. It all started when a stranger arrived.
See, the thing you have to remember is that our bus stop is like any other. In other words, at 8am in the morning, the last thing anyone does is smile. Much as we spend at least half an hour with each other every day, in good old traditional English style, none of us know the names of anyone else in the queue. We also don’t know where anyone works or what they do or where they live. The sum total knowledge of what we all know about each other is derived from looking at the miserable faces day in day out. Most days we don’t even acknowledge each other’s existence.
It’s sad, but true.
Anyway, on this one day that the stranger arrived – a foreign, smiling man in a trench coat – it was an eye-opener. Soon as he arrived at the queue he went down it, putting his hand out and smiling and saying his name. Most people didn’t shake hands with him and just looked at him a bit strangely, but the more he did this, and the more people who accepted his offer and said their name in return, the easier the atmosphere got. Eventually he got to me.
“Hello Fabien,” I said, “this doesn’t happen everyday.”
Fabien shook his head, said it did in his country – didn’t mention the country – and we shook hands. He then said something about cheap car rental usa , and looked off in the middle distance remembering…who knows. The man was odd.
But I’ll tell you something, he had a great attitude. And Fabien changed our little bus stop forever, because after that day we all said hello to one another. Not amazing, exactly, but it’s a good start. Who knows, next we might even smile!
It was a breath of fresh air like a holiday in some Villas in Spain.
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