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Living in the country, our school bus was just the usual service bus and always seemed to be the same driver and conductor except once that I can remember, the driver took the wrong turning on the way home and he was soon put right by the shouting from within the bus.
I cracked my wrist one day and after suitable plastering job at hospital I was feeling pleased with myself as I was thinking no school for a while, however mother was thinking different and marched me out to the bus stop the next day. My face must have said it all as the conductor had a good laugh - never liked her anyway.
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