Thank You Jesus!

One of the absolute and irrefutable pleasures of riding the buses of London is that you get to witness the wealth of humanity that it picks up of the curb.

Today, an absolute treasure stepped onto the bus just ahead of me. She was dressed in a long grey skirt, a shawl was draped over her head and around her neck she wore a little picture of Jesus attached to a jade green rosary. As she swiped her oyster she squeaked, "Thank you, Jesus!" and kissed the little picture of our Lord.

Now I am not one to laugh at the mentally ill, especially the if they are religious zealots, but this crazy lady was too much. As the lower level was crammed to the brim with commuters, she mounted the stairs to the upper deck. Halfway up the stairs she said, "It's full, Jesus!", kissed him and turned around.

"There are too many people on the bus, Jesus!" Kiss.

"They don't take any notice of how many people are getting on the bus, Jesus!" Kiss.

She notices the policeman standing near the bus driver. "The police have lost control, Jesus!" Kiss.

"There hands are tied, Jesus!" Kiss.

"We are living in a communist state, Jesus!"

"Not safe on this bus, Jesus!" Kiss.

"Next stop, Jesus!" Kiss.

Unfortunately we were on the express and as we zoomed past the stops she bustled to the front and beat on the glass. "Drivers don't listen, Jesus!" Kiss.

When the bus finally stopped she tapped on the glass, kissed the Lord and exalted, "Thank you for my freedom, Jesus!"

Bless. And thank Sweet Baby Lord Jesus for thick coats that can smother giggles.

Tags: London, Jesus, public transport