To a young child,
the jagged edge of paper
poked out like a tongue
from the machine slung
round the conductor’s neck.
‘Any more fares, please?’
With a rattle of his handle
he conjured a miniature scroll,
a ticket printed with conundrums
to last the big red bus ride home.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fireblossom Friday: That’s the Ticket
Shay is back with Fireblossom Friday and wonders if we have ever thought about all the expressions there are for different kinds of tickets. I immediately thought of The Beatles and ‘Ticket to Ride’, which is also on her list, and the golden ticket in Charlie and the Chocolate factory. But the tickets I remember with fondness are the old-fashioned London bus tickets of my youth, which provided me with games and magic on boring bus rides home.
writing in north norfolk 
I do remember those tickets… and even more the cardboard train tickets. Now I have a plastic card or a barcode in an app… the only ticket that I get are parking tickets.
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🙂
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Enjoyable little return ticket to nostalgia.
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You took me down memory lane 🙂
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This is a great capture. I was fascinated by that ticket machine.
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Yes, this is precisely the kind of thing that would fascinate a child! I had never seen such a thing, but i think the world is a poorer place without such a crazy gadget. Thanks for your comment at my place; I always enjoy it when you stop by and leave your thoughtful remarks. 🙂
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Ah, such Grooviness.. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thanks Sanaa!
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Such a wonderful trip down memory lane ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa. 💟
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Kids do love big red busses – and tickets. I enjoyed the scene you painted.
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I’m so pleased you enjoyed it, Sherry.
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