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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.
When I was a small child, living in New Zealand, the bus driver used to hook your pushchair onto the front of the bus. I remember always being terrified that my mother and I wouldn't get on the bus fast enough and he would drive off, taking my pushchair with him.
I must have really loved that oushchair.
I used to believe that bus drivers would actually pull your arm off if you put it out of the window when the car was in motion because of something that my mother said. I couldn't really trust bus drivers 'til I was about 16
until I was a teenager I believed that it was more expensive to sit upstairs on a doubledecker bus. This was so that my mother would not have to climb the stairs with her bags of shopping.
I learned very young that you couldn't pass a school bus on the road. However, whoever told it to me left out the part about not being able to pass a _stopped_ school bus. I always would get very nervous when my dad would pass a moving one.
I never saw a school bus that was not loaded with children, so I assumed that there were children who were doomed to ride the school bus forever. We had katydids in our school playground so somehow I figured out that the kadydids would sting students in the heart and they had to ride to school bus forever.
I used to think that the bus I was on would tip over if I didnt go against the force of gravity. I never used to sit upstairs as I thought it was harder to balance myself when sitting up there.
I used to believe that there was some cruel force in the universe that knew which bus you wanted to get and prevent that bus from ever appearing. (Most buses in Seoul, Korea don't run on schedule but appear every 5 minutes or so.) I would sometimes try to make myself believe that I really wanted a 588-1 when always needed that 135 to get back home quickly. Or better yet, wish for a taxi. Then 15 minutes later, I'd give up and walk home. I believed this all the way through 6th grade or so.
When I was a child a used to go downtown with my mom by bus, and I believed that the bus driver knew where we wanted to leave, he just guessed with some kind of magical power.