There’s lines in a Joni Mitchell song “My idiomatic brain/I was insane/because I had some crazy ideas/like not to ride those double decker buses/ because they had no driver on the top . . . Cheech and Chong break in: “what no driver on the top. . . Man that chick is twisted.”
Horse pulled double-deckers where call omnibuses. A word I love – and I suppose omnibus in the political came from so many people packed into one space; some may items packed into one piece of legislation.
If you add an s bus, becomes buss which is a kiss, take it away the s and a t and you’ve got something to be bussed, and you can be a bus boy taking the letters away.
Then there was the back of the bus; started a whole civil rights movement, and African-American men weren’t “hey boy” any more.
Put it in front – words like business happen. Mankind was your busy-ness from A Christmas Carol – love how it’s pronounced.
All this bus talk is getting me no where closer to the public transit I need to take today – no a commuter train, not a bus.