Chapter Two
The Bus Trip
One Man’s Pun Is Another Man’s Gripe.
Helmut knew a good story when he heard one, and he decided to head up to Lochgil-whatever-you-call-it and nose around. With a keen eye on his carbon footprint and no driver’s license, Helmut caught the bus. Helmut was last in the queue, and the only seat left was in the front next to Madge, a large granny-like woman with a day’s shopping piled on the spare seat.
With a grunt and glare, she emptied the seat and returned to her mobile, ignoring Helmut’s thank-you.
The bus was full of people who seemed to know not only each other but also the bus driver—a phenomenon not new to Helmut, who had grown up in a small town himself. The only thing new to Helmut was the accent and the strange things that tickled the funny bone of a S
