Weston-Super-Mare appears to have a Knight Bus.
Okay, it's lime green and only had two decks; but whilst you were walking down the street to go watch Transformers it suddenly pulls up, opens it's doors and the driver (in peaked cap, tie-dye shirt and cargo shorts) asks directions for the Train Station. Good thing you were going that way anyway; you hopped on and said "We'll show you."
The unexpected bit of wierdness to the day is known as The Festy Bus and is a service that regularly takes local festival-goers home or to the nearest station; their last port of call had been a music festival in Cheddar Gorge.
You have a friend who takes the car to the cinema, despite it only being a fifteen minute walk away; for once you didn't comment on this, thanks to the bus. Well, what can you say?
That was completely random. Which one of you called for a Knight Bus? I thought you'd left your wands at home.
That was completely random. Which one of you called for a Knight Bus? I thought you'd left your wands at home.
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