alright mate. [says the young lad getting aboard earlier to day]
can'a 'ave a child ticket to the square?
No, [says I]
Because you have a cigarette tucked behind your ear.
eh? [finds cigarette and trys to look surprised] don't know 'ow that got there, must 'ave ben put there by some t**t.
Oh yes... [says I] what year were you born?
What year were you born?
ah dunno, nineteen eighty,. [at this point I interrupt, I worked out the math months ago nineteen eighty anything, too old for child fares.
Nope sorry full fare I'm afraid [like hell ;) ]
no really i'm 14, I've got a driving license do you wanna see it?
[slap head, snigger lots, rest of conversation lost in silent mirth]
Needless to say he paid full fare.
any one who dosn't believe these sort of things happen on my bus has my full permission to come with me for a day and watch. (provided of course they pay the appropriate fare...)