Or, how to put your teenage daughter off bus travel for-e-ver!
Or how to spend an afternoon having a lovely drive through the countryside.
(Or, next time, just give her a lift!)
Recently I’ve been instilling a little independence into our offspring, Ciara is doing a lot of baking, Aedan is using his bike, a lot, and Rhiannon is catching the bus to see friends. From here to town is easy.
Today, she caught the bus into Elgin to go to ‘The Pictures’ with a friend to see Harry Potter. (Again.) She bought her return ticket and watched her film, then returned to the bus station and jumped on the bus.
Sounds good so far.
About 3.30 pm I received a telephone call.
“Mum, I’m on the bus, but I don’t know where I am.”
It dawned on my she’d got on the right bus, but heading in the opposite direction. The bus station is in the middle and the same bus goes both ways.
My advice was, tell the bus driver you think you’re on the wrong bus.
I rang her back a while later, she’d told the driver and he was returning her to Elgin, but she didn’t know if she would have to purchase a new ticket. I opted to rescue our traumatised daughter from the bus station.
It is, admittedly, quite a while since we were living without a car and used the local buses regularly, but I did think they’d gained enough bus experience to know what to do. Maybe not.