As I waited, chilly and impatient for the long overdue bus to arrive this morning, I was indulging in one of my favourite pursuits, admiring the delicate filigree 'veins' (sans leaves), of a lovely slender young birch-tree outlined against a cold dark Winter sky. Reluctantly turning my attention to the offending vehicle I discovered that although there were several passengers on board, the sign above the driver's head bore the message - Sorry, this bus is not in service.
Assuming, since it had stopped and opened its doors, that all was well, I said "town please" took my ticket and sat down.
All the way into town I watched with amusement people's puzzled stares. quickly followed by realization that the sign was a mistake and waited for someone to say something. Nothing, zilch, nada not one single word from anyone.
Arriving at my stop I said to the driver as I alighted " do you know your sign says this bus is not in service?"
He replied "I know love, get's 'em talking don't it"!