Bus 4 was at the stop, passengers aboard, hazard lights flashing, a little gang of TBC officials standing around the door.
"There's a problem?" quoth I.
"No driver", said the official.
"Well I could have a go."
"Got a PSV licence?"
"Well I have an ordinary licence and my father was a bus driver."
"Oh well, that's a good start."
"And I live at Pessac Alouette."
"Well you can just leave the bus there and we'll pick it up later."
"Yes, I know the route and I know more or less what to do."
"It's the 'more or less' that poses a problem" said his colleague.
I got on the bus and waited.