Bus Stop Nightmare
The subject we are about to get into is one that will be close to the hearts of many of you, but also somewhat far away; it’s something you may not have given much thought to but will be there, at the back of your mind, especially if you take the bus to work or college every-day–
The subject is this: the much under-rated bus-stops.
Take our bus-stop for example. It was an amazing wooden shack built by craftsmen—and women, of course, even if they only made their crafts-men husband’s tea they still played their part—and was so much more than a bus-stop. It was beautifully made from dark oak, housed a small table inside for putting stuff on, and had a bench that was made with real love and care. Unfortunately some youths didn’t hold quite the same affection for this structure. They burnt it down; in an hour it was reduced to black ash, the space left open for the first time in fifty years.
Then came outrage. Our village people formed a petition for the rebuilding of the shelter, knowing full well that the council would go and stick a hideous plastic one there.
So we had a meeting: we want a proper shelter, that was our statement. The council listened, and we thought they had actually taken it in–
Until the new shelter arrived on the back of a lorry. “Wow!” we all yelled. “That looks identical!” But on closer inspection things were not as they seemed–
It turned out that our new identical ‘wooden’ shelter was made of PLASTIC. It just looked like wood! How horrendous is that? So now we’re back at step one, campaigning for a brand new bus-stop, only this time, a bus-stop with soul. One which is worthy of human habitation (however temporary).
Before I go, I am attempting to sort something for my mother as a gift. When I was having a chat with her the other night she said that she would like a new pair of running shoes. Anyone know of a good place to get them?