Thursday, 6 August 2015

a bus ticket of her very own

Yesterday Evie had an eye appointment at Broomfield Hospital, because the appointment was in the morning we went by bus...

...the journey there was quite unremarkable although Evie did like saying weeeeeeeeeee while we were on the bus ;o)

Her eyetest went well and she will be getting a new pair of glasses which should be ready in the next couple of weeks ;o)

Coming home we had a great journey ;o)

We got on the bus and were greeted by the female driver.

She then Evie  if she had been a good girl and she said "yes", the driver then came up to us with a "special" ticket just for her of her very own, so that she had a ticket like Mummy.



her very own ticket to ride

She proudly held her ticket all the way home and made me hold my ticket too ;o)

She then asked Evie how old she was and what her name was ;o)


As for the most part of the journey we were the only passengers on board the driver kept on chatting to us telling us how long she was waiting at the "non request" bus stops.


Evie loves travelling on buses (its only been her third journey so far but still) but when we got off yesterday she actually cried saying that she didnt want to get off of the bus (I think that it was a mixture of being tired from all of the walking and how great the driver was).

The driver then took time to say goodbye to us and to told Evie to carry on being a good girl for Mummy ;o)


She is already asking when we can go on the bus with the nice lady again ;o)


It seems that e-cigarettes are becoming as anti social as proper ones 



I also saw this advert - not sure if it is a new app or just on the first bus one



2 comments:

Eileen H said...

That was nice of bus driver giving Evie her own bus ticket and chatting.

When my son was small he loved trains. We joined something called the Rail Rider's Club for him as we often went to the next town by train. I think you know he has worked with trains for almost half his life now :-)

chocolat lover said...

I think that me & my brother were members of something similar and if you went to special stations we would get stamps/stickers to add to our log book of which train stations we had been to ;o)

How great that he got a job working with something that he loves ;o).