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Post by housesparrow on Apr 3, 2012 20:11:41 GMT
Today, on one of the hottest days of the year, I sat behind the only open window on the top deck of the bus and jolly nice it was.
A woman boarded and sat opposite me. She had the audacity (imagine!) to open the window next to me.
Later in the journey my reverie was interrupted by a loud crash. The woman mildly remarked to the man behind her that it might have been nice if he had asked before banging it shot.
He angrily replied that she hadn't asked before opening it and that the "girls" sitting at the back were cold.
The "girls" (two women in their late 20s) affirmed.
The window opener said "fair enough" and let thing stand.
Even though I was behind an open window (there was a big man sitting beside it so presumably no-one dared challenge him) the bus got incredibly hot. I got off before I meant to because I really couldn't cope with the stuffy atmosphere.
So why does someone feeling a bit chilly take priority over someone about to pass out?
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Post by everso on Apr 3, 2012 21:26:52 GMT
Today, on one of the hottest days of the year, I sat behind the only open window on the top deck of the bus and jolly nice it was. A woman boarded and sat opposite me. She had the audacity (imagine!) to open the window next to me. Later in the journey my reverie was interrupted by a loud crash. The woman mildly remarked to the man behind her that it might have been nice if he had asked before banging it shot. He angrily replied that she hadn't asked before opening it and that the "girls" sitting at the back were cold. The "girls" (two women in their late 20s) affirmed. The window opener said "fair enough" and let thing stand. Even though I was behind an open window (there was a big man sitting beside it so presumably no-one dared challenge him) the bus got incredibly hot. I got off before I meant to because I really couldn't cope with the stuffy atmosphere. So why does someone feeling a bit chilly take priority over someone about to pass out? It was hot down your way today, Housey? My corner of Essex was rather chilly, and it's been raining non-stop now for about 3 hours or so. |
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Post by housesparrow on Apr 4, 2012 5:50:22 GMT
Lucky you. It was wall to wall sunshine yesterday: the rain we were promised never arrived.
There was a chilly wind outside, but inside the bus it was hot. The top deck wasn't crowded and it surely is no big deal for those who feel the draught to move forward, while those who enjoy the breeze move behind an open window, as I did?
Mind you, if I do open a window I always ask, and people have so far always agreed.
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Post by Weyland on Apr 4, 2012 7:53:59 GMT
It was hot down your way today, Housey? My corner of Essex was rather chilly, and it's been raining non-stop now for about 3 hours or so. 5cm of snow here this morning, and it's still falling. |
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Post by everso on Apr 4, 2012 17:42:41 GMT
It was hot down your way today, Housey? My corner of Essex was rather chilly, and it's been raining non-stop now for about 3 hours or so. 5cm of snow here this morning, and it's still falling. Winter draw(er)s (back) on? ;D |
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Post by trubble on Apr 11, 2012 14:06:27 GMT
Bad window design, that's all -- Stupid windows that don't allow for the physical laws of the universe. If you want to be in a cool breeze, you have to open the window five seats away from you. Only get on buses with clever windows that open like ventilators. Prob solved. I hate it when you are standing crushed on a train that is loaded with various degrees of morning breath, some garlicky, and strangers poking into you, and no one opens a window. It's not about heat, you trainy idiots, it's about oxygen and not dying!  |
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Apr 11, 2012 18:55:38 GMT
Job done.
AH
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Post by housesparrow on Apr 11, 2012 19:47:46 GMT
Indeed yes. I shall forward that to my burgling chums.
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Post by aubrey on Apr 12, 2012 8:23:33 GMT
The old Routemasters always seemed to have the heating on in the summer, and the windows welded (?) shut. They were nice, and loveable and all that, and good for jumping on and off in heavy traffic, but inside they could be stuffy and were also small - the seats, I mean. Maybe arses are wider these days, I don't know.
I liked the bendy buses. (Have I already put that?)
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Post by jean on Apr 12, 2012 8:49:06 GMT
...various degrees of morning breath, some garlicky..., That's mass immigration for you. |
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Post by everso on Apr 12, 2012 16:45:02 GMT
The old Routemasters always seemed to have the heating on in the summer, and the windows welded (?) shut. They were nice, and loveable and all that, and good for jumping on and off in heavy traffic, but inside they could be stuffy and were also small - the seats, I mean. Maybe arses are wider these days, I don't know. I liked the bendy buses. (Have I already put that?) I used to love the old Routemasters. I liked the fact that I could jump off at traffic lights (and even get on them). I liked the fact also that they had bus conductors, even if most of them were grumpy old sods. |
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Post by aubrey on Apr 12, 2012 19:21:13 GMT
The good things about them were very good, I grant you. At the weekend I'll find UK LeGuin's (written) impression of a London bus conductor, from the 60s.
And they looked good: coming up to Selfridges from Marble Arch on a summer weekday morning and seeing them all along Oxford Street, all at slightly different angles, all sparkly in the sun, was a quintessential London sight.
But they were kind of poky inside.
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Post by everso on Apr 12, 2012 21:46:37 GMT
The good things about them were very good, I grant you. At the weekend I'll find UK LeGuin's (written) impression of a London bus conductor, from the 60s. And they looked good: coming up to Selfridges from Marble Arch on a summer weekday morning and seeing them all along Oxford Street, all at slightly different angles, all sparkly in the sun, was a quintessential London sight. But they were kind of poky inside. Yes, they were pretty poky (or is it pokey?) inside. Even in my thin days it was a bit of a squash when two of you were sitting on a seat. Walking upstairs in a mini skirt was always hazardous too. |
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Post by aubrey on Apr 13, 2012 18:26:38 GMT
Oh, I thought that was the best thing about them. (Sorry - look, I'll make it up to you -  ) |
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Post by Weyland on Apr 13, 2012 19:01:31 GMT
Oh, I thought that was the best thing about them. Me too. But sitting at the back downstairs, where the seats faced parallel seats (like on the tube -- at least on Newcastle buses) was even better. More time to focus. |
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Post by everso on Apr 13, 2012 22:52:40 GMT
Once again: TSK!
;D
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Post by Weyland on Apr 14, 2012 8:13:46 GMT
Miss! Miss! She started it, miss! |
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Post by housesparrow on Apr 14, 2012 18:24:58 GMT
I took criminology as a degree option, and there was talk of visiting a male prison. I and the one other woman demurred, saying we would feel like visitors to the zoo. The lecturer (female) said "Oh don't worry, it gives the prisoners the chance to look up your skirts as you climb the stairs."
A lead balloon moment, that was.
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Apr 15, 2012 22:49:44 GMT
The good things about them were very good, I grant you. At the weekend I'll find UK LeGuin's (written) impression of a London bus conductor, from the 60s. And they looked good: coming up to Selfridges from Marble Arch on a summer weekday morning and seeing them all along Oxford Street, all at slightly different angles, all sparkly in the sun, was a quintessential London sight. But they were kind of poky inside. Yes, they were pretty poky (or is it pokey?) inside. Even in my thin days it was a bit of a squash when two of you were sitting on a seat. Walking upstairs in a mini skirt was always hazardous too.Hazardous indeed. Many's the time I've missed step or tripped when one of those inconsiderate mini-skirt wearing burds have been walking or climbing stairs in front of me. AH |
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Post by everso on Apr 15, 2012 23:27:00 GMT
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