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One time when I went downtown with my mom, I saw the wires above the street that the streetcars hooked on to.. When I asked my mom what it was, she said that streetcars went on it, so for years I thought that streetcars went above the road on top of the wires instead of just being attached.. and I would always watch for one, but i never knew why they were never there!! I was shocked when I found out that street cars stayed on the ground..
Kiedy byłam małym rozkosznym dzieckiem to myślałam ze ludzie którzy wchodzą do autobusy przenoszą się w czasie. po prostu myślałam ze autobus jest istnym wechikułem czasu
When I was about five or so, I used to think a bus driver was the best job in the world. I thought that they got to keep their bus, and could take it wherever they pleased, whenever they pleased. I was set on becoming a bus driver when I grew up, until I learned the horrible truth.
i thought it was a law that bus drivers had to wave to each other when they passed
Whenever I'd ride on a bus as a kid, and the bus driver would stop and open the door near railroad tracks (to listen for oncoming trains), I always thought that s/he was opening the door to let any homeless people near the tracks onto the bus.
Not that I'd ever *seen* homeless people near the train tracks. I'd only heard about them in stories. But that's why I imagined the bus driver was stopped.
When I was in kindergarted, I rode the bus to school. There was a sort of hump at the front of the bus....naturally I assumed there was a bathroom under it in case anyone had an emergency!
Whenever I was upstairs on a bus, I didn't believe that it would fit under the bridge so I used to duck.
I used to think that public buses were "free" like school buses.
My mom used to be a bus driver. Back then, the buses had a key, and a special switch that you had to push to turn it off, and if you just took out the key, it wouldn't turn off. She had the kids on the bus believing that she drove the Magic School Bus, because she could pull out the key while driving and the engine would keep running. She avoided the 'change the bus into something' questions by claiming she could only do it on field trips (who knows what she said on field trip days...).
On the busews in Victoria there are signs that say "Please leave by rear doors." My Mum told me she believed that the signs were written by a man named Rear Doors who owned all the buses in order to transport his large family around. He was telling the other passengers to "please leave" his bus.
I thought if you missed the bus he'd run you over! Some bullies told me so, it never did lol.
When I was a child, I lived in Canada, where the cars are on the otherside of the road, and the driver sits on the otherside of the vehicle. When I spotted a double decker bus, whilst on holiday in England, I shouted "Holy macaroni, a bus with no doors!!"
My mate told me that when he was young he thought a double-decker bus had 2 drivers - one for the top deck and one for the bottom! The driver on the top had to be really good to keep the top deck directly above the bottom!
I saw a charter bus with green-tinted windows go by. I assumed that all the people in the bus were sick and were being transported to a hospital. I distinctly remember feeling sorry for a girl about my age on the bus who was blowing a huge bubble, thinking she was going to die.
I thought that buses had to bend in the middle to go around corners because they were so much longer than cars. I could never figure out how come I couldn't see the bend while I was on the bus.
When I was young I got onto a bus with my sister and asked the driver for a one whole fare. The driver took some time explaining to me that I actually wanted two half fares, but for some reason I could not understand why two half fares did not make one whole fare.
When I was about ten years old I thought that the statement on our local buses "Spitting is prohibited" "Offenders will be prosecuted" meant that if you spat on the bus you would have your head chopped off. I very rarely opened my mouth when riding on a bus, for several years.
I used believe that if a person pressed the button at a cross walk, a bus would come along.
I used to belive that the GB plates on the back of Britsh Coaches mean't the driver was Getting Better, not its proper meaning of Great Britain. I saw it on the back of an old white van years later and told my dad, who then told the van driver. Needless to say, the driver of the white van didn't take too kindly to this comment.
When I was five, we had our first school trip. Our class was going to take a coach to London Zoo. I was absolutely thrilled ... not about the zoo, but about the coach ride. I could talk about nothing else and nobody could figure out why I wasn't more excited about the zoo.
When the coach finally arrived in the school car park I was distraught and through my sobs managed to explain to the teacher, "that's not a coach, it's a bus".
... the only coach I had ever heard of was the bejewelled horse drawn carriage that took Cinderella to the ball - and that was how I had been expecting to go to the zoo.
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