I once worked aboard that ferry. I ran the snack bar. It wasn’t so much the job I enjoyed, it was meeting the people. Most were going to the island for a holiday.
I remember the time a tiny hand popped up clutching a plastic bucket and spade. I bent forward and peered over the counter to see an excited little boy. ‘I’m going to build sandcastles mister’ he said!
But that wasn’t the main reason I recall that day.
As I watched as the passengers climb from their cars, I played my usual game with myself; she’ll ask for an espresso, he’ll want a coke!
One car just about made it onboard it in time. It was blue. A Ford I think.
Soon I was busy serving. A girl asked me for a glass of water. She looked agitated. She took it away then sat with her head in her hands. I didn’t think any more of it.
When the familiar ‘ding-dong return to your vehicles’ message rang out, off everybody went. I was clearing my tables when I found that glass of water. And some keys. A bag too.
Just one car remained onboard. It was blue. A Ford I think.
Thanks to Donna for hosting. The photo is by Artur Malishkevych