Accumulated fatigue from the election campaign caught up with me last week when I returned to regular shifts. This, plus normal takings resulted in a lack of eagerness for meaningful passenger contact.
So it was a pleasant surprise on the weekend I was hailed in Newtown by a young woman holding an antique horn. I immediately requested she give it a blast and the startling noise woke me from my lethargy.
“It’s a gift for my sister,” she laughed. “It will be perfect for her school history project.”
She purchased the horn after a big win on the poker machines, also enabling her to indulge on a taxi rather than catching public transport to an afternoon party.
“What shall I do,” she mused, “put the money into rent or go shopping? I think I’ll buy some clothes.” This could easily have sounded superficial but there seemed to be a deeper quality at play...