Sitting behind the wheel of the No 32 bus, I opened the doors for the passengers. ‘Morning, Imre,’ the old ladies smiled as they showed me their passes.
I’d see the same people day after day going about their business. But, every so often, a new face would appear.
It was in spring 2012 when I first noticed a slim, blonde woman stepping on board my bus with her free concessionary pass in Didcot, Oxfordshire.
‘Hi,’ she said with a shy smile.
‘Hello,’ I nodded.
But as the day went on, and passengers got on and off, this woman stayed put.
And when we pulled back in to Didcot hours later, she was still in her seat. Strange.
‘You all right, love?’ I asked.
‘Yeah,’ she giggled getting off.
Maybe…
