CrazyCanuck
March 27th, 2009, 04:47 AM
One of mine lifted from the T.O. section-
I know this thread is way off base, but I must mention this. My last day in Paris I took a train to Caen and then a long bus ride to Juno beach. The bus goes right to it which is ultra convenient. That night I was to take a train to Madrid but everything had to work out perfectly in order for that to happen. So I waited by myself since it seems everyone else dives to Juno at the bus stop. I got on the bus, the drivers tells me i'm on the wrong bus! The next one doesn't come for an hour! The conversation is insanely difficult since his English was very rough. Eventually he just tells me to sit down, he drives around the route.
At this point I have no idea what's going on because this bus goes to another station, the one I didn't want to go to, and the bus I needed to get on would arrive only minutes before the train left from Caen back to Paris so everything had to work like clockwork. I was sweating bullets as I had no clue what was happening.
In what can be described as the ultimate act of kindness, the bus driver drove off his route, intercepted the other bus I was supposed to be on in the middle of the street and let me on! I said merci like a million times and everything worked out perfectly.
Why did he do this? Maybe he saw the flag, and since I was at Normandy thought it would be a kind guessture to a Canadian, but I really have no clue.
This was at the beginning of my trip and it left an everlasting memory of the kindness of people.
I know this thread is way off base, but I must mention this. My last day in Paris I took a train to Caen and then a long bus ride to Juno beach. The bus goes right to it which is ultra convenient. That night I was to take a train to Madrid but everything had to work out perfectly in order for that to happen. So I waited by myself since it seems everyone else dives to Juno at the bus stop. I got on the bus, the drivers tells me i'm on the wrong bus! The next one doesn't come for an hour! The conversation is insanely difficult since his English was very rough. Eventually he just tells me to sit down, he drives around the route.
At this point I have no idea what's going on because this bus goes to another station, the one I didn't want to go to, and the bus I needed to get on would arrive only minutes before the train left from Caen back to Paris so everything had to work like clockwork. I was sweating bullets as I had no clue what was happening.
In what can be described as the ultimate act of kindness, the bus driver drove off his route, intercepted the other bus I was supposed to be on in the middle of the street and let me on! I said merci like a million times and everything worked out perfectly.
Why did he do this? Maybe he saw the flag, and since I was at Normandy thought it would be a kind guessture to a Canadian, but I really have no clue.
This was at the beginning of my trip and it left an everlasting memory of the kindness of people.