The Tale of the Police Car Ride

Getting a handle on the public transport system in London takes time, and when you take 3 modes of transport to get home from work, then that creates 3 possible places where things can go wrong. Add to this situation a couple of beers in large glasses after work, and there you have a potential transport disaster waiting to happen. This indeed happened to me last week, and I ended up in a place called Lewisham. Sounds nice huh? Well, it wasn't.

After finding the correct bus-stop to get a bus back home, I set out to find it. It wasn't on the main street, and was several back streets away. I set out, my iPod^™ keeping me safely within my own Bananarama world. When I finally found the correct street, I was panicked to see the bus I needed heading down the street towards me. Picking up the pace, I raced across the road towards the bus stop, nearly being run down by a slow moving car. Reaching the bus doors I caught sight of the bus drivers sour face before he drove off leaving me stranded (many of the bus drivers in London seem to have chips on their shoulders, not like the black cabbies at all).

I then saw that the car behind me was a police car, and they stopped a short distance up the road from me and reversed up to where I was standing. Here I was, thinking: would they search me? Would they frisk me? Damn. They're not going to frisk me.
"Want a lift to the next bus stop?", asked one of them.
"Oh, sure!" I replied.

I jumped in the car and they asked which way the bus went. I said that I had no idea, so then they just said "ok then, we'll drop you off home then", which they did. On the way they told me that where I was walking around was actually pretty dangerous, and they advised me not to walk around with my iPod^™ out.

So I only have nice things to say about London policemen. They tend to be rather handsome also...

babaaa