Fare to remember © 
The process 

One woman once flagged me down like she was directing traffic at Heathrow, only to shout:

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“I think I left my walker on this bus.”

 

I hadn't even been in her area all day. Still, I opened the doors.
She peered inside like she was checking for ghosts.
Looked suspiciously at the back row.
 Then declared, with great conviction:

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“No. Wrong bus.”


And wandered off down the street, dragging what looked suspiciously like... a walker.