Passengers
are requested not to speak to or obscure the driver’s vision whilst the vehicle
is in motion.
This
sign is near the driver’s seat on London buses.
We know what the author intended, and the formal style, motion, whilst, obscure, are requested,
reminds us to
respect the message. The bus company means
what it says. Well, almost. Speak to the driver’s
vision. Some people might be able to. It's a bit spooky, though, for the average bus.
I
wonder what the company would say if I rang their helpline to point out the
mistake in grammar.
Sometimes we know what we’re doing is wrong, or stupid, but we keep doing it anyway. When
I travel around London, I play word games in my head. I start with a railway station, take the
short ride, say, from Liverpool Street to St Pancreas, then move on by tube and
bus to Cockfisters or Dickhead. You can probably think up better ones.
I got this letter from Adelaide, South Australia, from the
cultured eastern suburbs.
One of
the concreters has flu, according to him. It's probably just a heavy cold,
but either way we don't want to catch anything, so I had the dilemma of flu
germs on the coffee mug after he'd had the coffee I made him. My husband
wisely suggested finding an old mug, then throwing it away afterwards, because
I didn't want it germing up the kitchen sink. This was fine until they had
to finish early and come back today, meaning another cup of coffee would need
to be offered and I can't keep throwing away mugs. I had to clean it
somehow, so I stood it in the laundry trough with a little squirt of
dishwashing liquid and poured boiling water all over it. One cannot be
too careful. I dried it with a paper towel and now it's ready for his
next cup of coffee on Monday. The irony is, of course, that this cup of
uncleanliness and germs is probably much cleaner now than my daily cups and dishes
washed all together in the kitchen sink.
I like the scepticism, the nervous energy, the shared
commitment, the regard for duty, the thrift, the creativity, and the meticulous
care. The sense of irony.
I like the workman. He didn’t ask if the mug was clean.
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