A macabre discovery and an unpleasant journey

The news broke yesterday that a headless corpse had been discovered on Sunday night in a car park at the Saige housing estate in Pessac. Understandably people are keen to solve this mystery.

Last night Catrin went to the GBU meeting which takes place in the grounds of the Bagatelle hospital on the borders of Talence and Begles. It's an awkward place to get to, involving bus, tram and lots of walking.

Last night tram B was not running - engineering works - so a bus service was laid on. Catrin was being happily whisked past the Saige housing estate in Pessac (see above) towards Pessac Centre when the driver said, "Sorry, I'm lost. I'm going to have to return to the centre of Bordeaux." and proceeded to go right round a roundabout and head back.

The passengers' responses were not enthusiastic.
"Phone for directions!"
"No."
"Use your GPS, that's what it's for."
"No, I can't do that."
"We can guide you to Pessac Centre."
"No, I'm going back to the centre of Bordeaux. You'll all have to get off."

He dropped them at 22:45 just by the Saige housing estate in Pessac (see above).

Catrin was unnerved.
But then another shuttle bus came by, heading for Pessac Centre, so they ran across the road, arms waving, and thankfully the bus driver took them on.

Comments

Emmanuel said…
It's not the first time you mention an incompetent driver who gets lost. How do they find their drivers, and how do they train them?
11:01 am
Alan said…
It's true!
And today it is announced that they are recruiting bus and tram drivers.
Do you think I should try for a position?
At least I know the routes!
11:22 am
Emmanuel said…
Go for it. Did you mention somewhere that your dad was a bus driver? You would continue the family tradition. But you are color blind and it could be a problem.
I can't apply as my eyesight is too bad.
3:18 pm
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