Three people who made Tenby the place to be last week
We took his advice and did a twenty-minute trip to the next seaside village. I guess he's not going to win the 'Welsh Drivers' Ambassador for Bus Travel' prize this year.
2. The lady in the toy shop whom I found talking to a monkey puppet. She'd read the instructions on the puppet and it obviously promised that if you talked to the monkey, some kind of microchip in its head would respond and it would reply to you. This one wasn't working. 'Come on, you bugger!' she kept saying. 'Speak to me. Speak to me. Why won't you talk?' She didn't have kids with her. Just a friend. 'This flamin' monkey won't talk to me, Sandra!' she kept complaining to her friend. 'It says it would talk to me, but it won't.'
But Sandra was staying, safely, in another aisle, pretending to look at board games. She wasn't talking either.
3. The drunk/stoned man on the bus who was sitting on the outside edge of the seat, fast asleep if not half-unconscious, and leaning over from the waist so that the top half of his body was hanging into the aisle. He kept this position for the whole forty-minute journey unless the bus braked suddenly in which case he sat up like a Jack-in-the-box, said, 'Uh? What? What?' and then went back to his previous position. People tried their best to be polite when they needed to get past him ('Excuse me, sir'/'I do apologise, young man'/Would you mind if I just ...?') but he responded to none of this and in the end the only thing to do if they wanted to get off at the right stop was to lift his head up, shuffle past, and replace it carefully.
When we got to the final stop, everyone else got off, but he stayed where he was. I really really wanted to stay behind and see how the driver got him to move, but Husband said it was rude to stare.
Spoilsport. I told him it was called 'people-watching', not 'staring', but he was having none of it.