Alice's Attic: Trip to Winnipeg won't be forgotten
April 10. 2014 3:15PM
A few years ago, I took a bus to Winnipeg to visit my sister. We have taken many trips by car, plane and even a bus for our visits. But, this bus must have been the last one in line of buses and should never have been driven anywhere.
Compared to the brand new one that Dave and I took to Branson, Mo. It should have been taken to the dump grounds.
Not only that, but, the bus driver must have been recruited from an old folks' home.
He was easily close to 100 years old. He had his "spit can" right beside his driver's seat the whole 500 miles – both ways. Yes, we had the same bus driver coming back. I couldn't believe it.
When the arriving bus pulled into the depot in Sioux Falls, the people got off for a break.
I must have made a mistake. Is this the bus depot or am I in a mental hospital?
The first gal who came in was flailing her arms and yelled, "we just came all the way from New York!"
I don't know why I seem to draw people, but, she headed right in my direction and asked where I was going.
I replied that I was going to Winnipeg.
Well, she was traveling to Grand Folks. I found out that most of the group is going to Fargo or Winnipeg.
I also I found out that the woman’s name was Star, which I am sure she made it up as she did a lot of other stories that she told me.
After awhile, I found her quite entertaining and figured she would help to shorten the trip.
Everyone somehow got back on the bus, and after the bus driver got his walker maneuvered, and spit a couple of times in his can – you know the sound.
He cranked the old babe around and headed north. No way would I be able to eat my delicious packed lunch.
After hearing Star’' whole life story, I snuck to another seat.
I heard a heavy voice behind me asking what Canada was like.
I turned to see a preacher of sorts from Tim-Buc-Tu, who I struggled to understand.
I tried my best to answer some of his questions.
After I wasn't able to turn my neck any more, I moved to yet another seat. The lady across from me was making little crosses out of plastic and ribbons and kept handing them to me.
I don't know why so many, but I thought I could maybe pass them around. I think the bus driver could maybe have used a couple.
After my nice visit with relatives, it was time to return home.
I was the first one on the bus so I could see who else was traveling along. I thought that the bus looked familiar, and yes, it was the same old bus with the same old driver!
What did I do to deserve that?