On the buses…

Recently, I met an artist who also drove the airport shuttle. He was a skilled craftsman and a purist so supplemented his income behind a wheel so that he could continue making exactly what he loved.

I asked him if he told jokes when he picked up passengers – bus drivers and butchers are the Master-Chefs of corny one-liners and I excitedly wait for the kernels every time I catch a coach.

At first he said “no”

but then he said..”when I open the doors I say “Bonjour!…no, I’m not French, I’m just a wanker!”

And there it is – in one sentence familiar, disarming, self-deprecating with a little bit of Aussie Larrikin thrown in – the perfect short distance ice breaker & Bus Driver Gold!

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