Bus, cab & me

The bus and cab just drifted into each – both went out of their lanes. The bus hit my side, busted the doors and windows.

A lot of noise and panic but no biological damage at all, unless you count the scarring that occurred in my brain.

I wasn’t ready for it since I was drifting off myself, along with the two drivers I suspect – it was late.

It cost me a lot of time because the Indian driver begged me to stay otherwise the cops may assumed he was at fault. I am not sure I knew otherwise but I think I helped him.

He has been driving for a total of six months in his career. He came to Australia as a skilled immigrant with his family but couldn’t find a gig as an engineer.

The bus passengers didn’t hang around, they got the next bus. the bus driver was surly and didn’t speak to me at all.

The police were wonderfully professional and polite but they must have half a tonne of junk around their belts. You have to wonder how they can sit comfortably with all that on.

My only regret was that my camera had run out of battery hours before so no pics of the drama.