BUS drivers have admitted that, despite their happy-go-lucky demeanour, they do not actually enjoy their work.
The drivers, renowned for the sunshine they bring into their passengers’ lives, have confessed that their welcoming smiles mask inner gloom.
Bill McKay of Northampton said: “I drive a big shiny bus for a living, so on the face of it I should be the happiest man in the world.
“But lately it’s begun to feel like I’m just driving around the same estate day after day, following the same exact route, being called a fat bastard by schoolchildren.
“Obviously I don’t let it show, that would be unprofessional.”
Psychologist Dr Mary Fisher said: “Whether you’ve not got the exact change, don’t signal clearly enough or ding the bell when it’s already been dinged, you’ll never find a harsh word from a bus driver.
“But, hard as it is for most of us to imagine, the endless parade of rain-soaked pensioners making small talk about cat food can begin to pall.”
McKay said: “I’ve begun to fantasise about driving the bus off a cliff. Even so, I must maintain the strict code of cheerfulness that comes with the blue short-sleeved shirt.”
