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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Droit de greve.

The bus did not come.
I went out there, in the cold and the sleet and the rain and the flood and the earthquake and the mudslide and the drought and the crushing heat and all, and there was No Bus.
Because this is France.
and the bus is on strike today.
The busdrivers are protesting somethingorother. Something about retiring at age 5.
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I am protesting
against the absense of the bus.
And I will be grumbling
all the way home again.
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hop on TFE's Monday magic, y'all

8 comments:

Totalfeckineejit said...

Nice one NanU.The retiring age made me laugh.Least you can depend on the Poetry Bus.You can even DRIVE it if you like.How's that for a bus company?

Argent said...

Pesky buses! Love the humour. Spent many a wet cold time at bus-stops.

crazyfieldmouse said...

excellent, first one to really make me smile
thanks for sharing
cfm

Bagman and Butler said...

Reminds me of the children's song I once learned, "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round; the wheels on the bus go round and SCREECH! Thump. I guess that's the French version. Bagman says he'd be happy to give you a ride.

Karen said...

Love those funny last lines! I think every time I've been in France, there's a strike of some kind!

Titus said...

Loved this, especially the somethingorother.

steven said...

in my town the joke is that any moisture hits the road and the buses stop. even a kid spitting on the tarmac can shut the system down. steven

Barry said...

Here in Toronto we haven't had a bus strike in, well, it much be days at least.