Inside the tinsel torture chamber

Our local bus service is largely driven by eccentric people. Why else would one driver infect every bus he drove with bears? Yes that's right; bears. Tied to some surface would be a small bear that would mysteriously appear when no one was looking and it took them months to catch the culprit.

This eccentricity is often reflected in how the regular drivers personalise their buses. Of course no season brings out the quirkiness quite like Christmas. It is the season for flashing (and in one case singing) Santa hats, small decorations and things of that ilk. Life being what it is though there is always one who takes it to the next level.

Scuttling onto the bus last night one was visually assaulted arrested by the rather large dashboard set up with a Christmas scene of snowmen, well it was a whole family of them, nestled in snow made out of white feathers. It wasn't until settled in the seat that one realised that every surface was covered in decorations. The internal glass had decals on them, every pole and rod was covered in tinsel, stars hung down from fixtures along with bows and bell and lights. Yes that's right; every one of those rods had flashing, blinking lights in an assortment of hues strung on them.

As we drove along the bells merrily jingled to the Christmas carols that were playing on the sound system.

There are no words that will adequately describe this kind of living nightmare so one dragged out the phone to record this seasonal joy. It was at that moment that the phone decided that it had no battery and promptly turned itself off...

You know one is starting to suspect that the phone has more sense than its auto correct would lead one to believe. In fact one is pretty sure it smirked as it turned black...