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Foss
20th Dec 2006, 16:36
Went for a walk to the village. It was flipping freezing.
People passing by going 'hello, how are you, cold isn't it.'
'Yes, indeed it is.'
It's freezing fog, I need my head examined, well obviously.
So, I get to the village, well sod this I'm away home, by bus, I'm not walking back.
I'm standing trying to work out what the timetables are.
Elderly woman: 'Excuse me, can you read that, it's all covered in felt tip.'
'Of course, there should be one now.'
Wait, wait. Half an hour, no way I'm walking back, it's like a forty minute walk.
So go off to a pub and have a hot toddy, come back
Elderly lady is still standing there.
'Ah hello, are you not cold, can I get you a coffee or a tea or anything.'
Elderly lady: 'No thankyou, I have my gloves on.'
Then she shows them to prove it.
She then launches into a long conversation about the buses don't work any more, and how her husband died, and why do children write on timetables with felt tip and that she had been a teacher and the children behaved differently, everything.
She taught an ex girlfriend of mine. More conversation..
Escort her onto the bus, carry her shopping, which is surprisingly heavy, and sit and chat all the way back to my house.
Then say cheerio. 'Cheerio son, nice to meet you.'
I like random things like that.
Fos

tiggerific_69
20th Dec 2006, 17:45
How very random, but very gentlemanly of you.Sounds a bit like my nan!

matelot
20th Dec 2006, 18:15
Yup. Everyone's got a tale to tell, and one day you'll be telling yours. We could learn a lot about values from the older generation.

Standard Noise
20th Dec 2006, 18:17
Ahh, the gentlemanly side of the Norn Irish man, comes to the fore every time.
Good man Foss.

lexxity
20th Dec 2006, 19:05
Random conversations rock.:ok:

Had a lovely conversation with a lady the other day, she was flying out to TLS to see her husband who worked for Airbus. She lived in Liverpool and wasn't it a shame TLS is hard to get too from January? Her husband was moving to a little village and she had three kids. Mad, but lovely.:ok:

Civis
20th Dec 2006, 19:05
God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason ~ use the ears!

One of my best mentors from the past said " When someone is speaking to you, you are the most important person in their life at that moment, shut up and listen, you might learn something and they might think that what they are saying is important."

Good on ya FOSS for listening, she probably took a warm feeling home because you heard her story.

"Cheerio son, nice to meet you "~that's a blessing my friend.

chiglet
20th Dec 2006, 20:19
Last Sunday in Church, I was asked by an 80yo Lady whether I could give her [93yo] friend a lift to her sheltered accomodation. Duly did my duty...and was mildly amused 'cos the 93yo, tried to "reward" me with coin of the Realm. As she was a bit deaf, I think that the whole street heard me say "no"....Last time that happened, I was11, and had just run an errand for an old lady [who's house I was passing] and she tried to give me tuppence. I think that I would rather marry the "ex" than take money off an old lady.......
watp,iktch

Foss
20th Dec 2006, 20:54
Used to meet a family friend who was about two hundred years old. He was a former RAF man. In fact I think he had briefly been in the RFC.
'Do you fancy walking to the shop.'
'WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY.'
He was deaf as a post.
'Tell me about the war again, and get your coat.'
'IT WAS SANDY, I DIDN'T LIKE IT, AND TOO HOT.'
He had served in North Africa.
'What was it like flying in an open cockpit, must have been cold.'
'WHAT? WHAT DO YOU THINK IT WAS LIKE, THERE WERE PEOPLE SHOOTING AT ME. RIGHT C'MON, LETS GO. OH HURRY UP.'
He then does a 2 mile an hour shuffle.
But he left me a nice painting of his plane when he died.
I'll have to look up what it was to tell you. He had propellers and stuff as well.
Fos soft touch

pigboat
20th Dec 2006, 22:18
I once returned a rental car to an agency located in the domestic arrivals area at Montreal International Airport. I had a short wait for the courtesy car from the FBO to pick me up to catch our company aircraft. I noticed an older gentleman who seemed to be having trouble finding the correct baggage caroussel for his flight, which had obviously just arrived. I pointed him in the right direction, and after collecting his baggage, he explained to me that he'd broken his glasses and asked me if I'd phone his daughter to come and pick him up. No sooner said that done. I had noticed by his baggage tags that he'd arrived from Fort McMurray, but his accent was one I recognized from somewhere else, so I asked him where he was from originally. "Well," he said, "I was visiting my son in McMurray, but I'm from a little town you've surely never heard of, called XX Bay, down the North Shore." I told him I was from down the same area, had flown for the local bush airline for seven years and had in fact been to his home town many times. I noticed the courtesy car pull up outside, so we just had time to introduce ourselves. As I was leaving he asked me if my father's name was swinebarge. I replied in the affirmative. He said "I know your father. We was in the War together."

Small world.

Blacksheep
21st Dec 2006, 01:59
Some time ago when she first arrived in UK, Mrs BS and I were waiting for the Norton bus by Stockton Town Hall. (that's Stockton, England for our cousins) There was another woman waiting with us and she started chatting with me about the buses (they always come in threes), the weather (terrible), the price of bread (disgusting) - all the usual stuff. The bus arrived and she sat opposite us and carried on chatting. As the bus passed Tilery Bottoms she dinged the bell for Lustrum Beck and got up to leave. "Tarrar now, Luv!" she said "Tarrar now! Mindowya go" I replied, as we do in the local tongue.

"You're very rude," says Mrs BS "you never introduced me to your friend." "Never seen her before in my life" I said. "Really?" "Yes, really."

She learned a bit about our folk from that, and never looked back. She's talked to everybody at the bus stop ever since.

Ace Rimmer
21st Dec 2006, 08:27
I've a similar tale to pigboat's was at a work meeting in SFO a number of years back and I've noticed one of the bloke looks at me funny every now and again. Hello I think what's this blokes problem
At the end of the meeting, the whole group of us are waiting for transport back to our hotels and this bloke and I get to to chatting. After awhile he says "You are not, by any chance related to Old Man Rimmer?"

"Sure am" says I "he's the ole' man"

"Thought so" says the bloke "he was my CO in Vietnam in '67, the accent fooled me for awhile but you are a carbon copy"

The world is a small place...

pup150
21st Dec 2006, 11:18
Blacksheep, what a small world indeed. Many years ago I used to do that bus journey, probably talked to the same lady. I lived just off Mount Pleasant Road which is just past the Brown Jug!

frostbite
21st Dec 2006, 13:30
My Mum told me of the time, during WW2, when she was on a packed platform at a London station, when it was announced that her train would be delayed for a couple of hours.

Got chatting to a chap who happened to be standing next to her, and they decided to get a tea at the buffet to pass some time.

During the course of the ensuing conversation they discovered they were in fact, cousins!

Davaar
21st Dec 2006, 14:46
she tried to give me tuppence
First: Down at the kraal market I was approaching the door from the outside. Through the glass saw Very Old Bloke shuffle towards door from the other side. Opened door, held door open for him to get through. VOB went into fine pitch, max boost, and increased speed 0.000006 knots, walking stick in virtual tap-dance. Got through. Stopped. Addressed me: "Thank you, my boy. Don't often meet a young feller with good manners these days".
Second. Another of those identity moments. Davaar brother is on Via Rail train. Total Stranger says: "Excuse me, Is your name McCubbin". "No" replies the brother. "Sorry to ask", says TS, "but you've got the McCubbin nose".
Great great grandfather was indeed a McCubbin of the Maybole McCubbins, and the Nose lives on.

treadigraph
21st Dec 2006, 15:00
We used to have an IT company based in Manchester look after our IT assets. I'd put in a help call, and got a call back asking "this is so and so, can I speak to Jem Treadigraph please?" "No, but you can speak his brother Julian". "Sorry" came the reply, "I used to work with a guy called Jem Treadigraph". "So I gathered, and Jem really is my brother! You used to work for XXXXITco in Cheadle Hulme didn't you?" He did... But still didn't really believe that Jem really is my big brother...

CarltonBrowne the FO
21st Dec 2006, 17:24
My brother once rang a supplier for some gear for work... the operator put him through and he had a conversation which went something like:
"Hello this is Mr Browne, sales department."
"Yes this is Mr Browne, I would like to order some widgets..."
"Certainly, and the name is...?"
"Mr Browne."
"No, your name, this is Mr Browne speaking."
"This is Mr Browne."
"No this is Mr Browne speaking, who am I speaking to?"
............................................................
I am not sure how long this exchange went on for, but eventually he and our uncle did manage to get some work done...

1DC
21st Dec 2006, 21:24
Probably mentioned this before sometime..

In 1959 i was on a tanker trading on the Australian coast and we needed some repairs so were put on a layby berth in Sydney harbour. To get to Sydney we had to walk over a hill and catch a ferry from a little jetty to circular quay. One night i was waiting for the ferry, in the dark, and a bloke came down and stood on the jetty.He then asked me for a light and i recognised his accent and asked him if he came from Hull. He said he had jumped ship in New Zealand 28 years before and this was his first holiday out of NZ but he was from Hull and was surprised that he still had an accent. We talked a bit more and it turned out that he was born in the house next door to my mother and went to school with her. When i wrote to my Mum and told her about it, she wanted to know his name because their were boys born in both of the houses either side of hers and she went to school with both of them. I never thought to ask but said he was a little bloke and that identified him to her..

G-CPTN
21st Dec 2006, 21:41
1DC - you were obviously meant to meet. You should have asked him to marry you. Bet you couldn't find him again . . .

Blacksheep
22nd Dec 2006, 01:49
We lived on Norton Rd pup150, right next door to the old Chapel on the corner of Victoria Avenue and opposite the old Catholic Convent. If you got off the bus at the stop they called "Trent Street" you'd be right outside our house. Before that we lived just opposite in Hallifield Street, for many, many years. Had a paper round out of Thomas's and my sister's round included Mount Pleasant. A small world indeed.

pup150
22nd Dec 2006, 09:14
Blacksheep,

I Had a paper round out of Thomas's too, used to do David Road, Southfield crescent and that area. My Folks still live in Eder Road so will be up that way for a couple of days over Xmas. Don't know how long it is since you moved away but the area is getting very run down now, always looks a little worse every time we go up there.

As I am a bit younger than you I don't think our paths would have crossed but amazing coincidence anyway.

tony draper
22nd Dec 2006, 09:33
There is however one exception to this rule, never ever under any circumstances wind your window down and ask a person of seventy years or older directions.
:rolleyes:

36050100
22nd Dec 2006, 11:00
Talking to strangers on public transport................. must try this next time I travel on the Tube (only happens every 2 or 3 years). I'm sure the whole carriage will be buzzing by the time everyone has finished ignoring me !