"modom (palindrome guy)" > wrote in message
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> On Wed, 8 Aug 2007 11:15:56 +0100, "Ophelia" > wrote:
>
>>Giusi wrote:
>>> "ChattyCathy" > ha scritto nel messaggio
>>> ...
>>>> Giusi wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> Who fills wine glasses to the top?
>>>>>
>>>>> Anyway, the check is in the mail. It's in zlotys.
>>>> Kewl. It might just might cover a ticket to Macbeth in Warsaw. I
>>>> just love those witches... don't you?
>>>>
>>>> Now
>>>> --
>>>> Cheers
>>>> Chatty Cathy
>>>
>>> There is a bus from here to Poland that costs ?16 each way that the
>>> hired caregivers use to go back and forth every 90 days. I am going
>>> to take it with them soon. Really, it seems silly not to. I've
>>> never gone anywhere on a bus, so 24 hours ought to satisfy that
>>> curiosity.
>>
>>Feh! You'll never want to do it again!! I did it.... once. Years ago I
>>took a coach to visit friends in former Yugoslavia. Never again!!!
>>
> Back when I was young and immortal and Richard Nixon was newly
> ensconced in the White House, I took a bus from Dallas to Mexico City.
> In Brownsville we switched from a US bus to a Mexican bus. I learned
> a lot about my mortality at night outside Ciudad Victoria riding
> behind the driver as he switched the lights off on the hilly curves so
> he could see the lights of the oncoming traffic. But later that night
> in the mountains of central Mexico, when the transmission fell out of
> the bus and our driver fixed it in the dark and changed his uniform
> out in the chaparral so he wouldn't look like a grease jockey after
> his ordeal, I learned a lot about maintaining your dignity in the face
> of mundane troubles. The guy was a mensch.
> --
>
> modom
>
Another going off the cliff story:
Going down the grade from San Francisco to Marin County on a bus once, the
driver pulled over to a 'tourist-type' overlook. He got out to stretch, I
could feel the bus move forward toward the cliff (there was no bus-guard
where he parked). Without thinking, I ran forward as fast as I could and
jumped off the bus, while everyone else sat there. The driver jumped back
on the bus and pulled or did something with the brake (nonchantly!!!) and
left me outside to wonder what the hell happened. I thought he was going to
close the door on me from the hissing sound. Not a soul had moved and they
all looked at me like a was a wild woman! I wonder how many times he pulled
this trick. I won't forget this one.
Dee Dee