Public Ends of Transport

 Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to travel. But she was part of a family that did not understand she could travel the way she wanted to. So she watched and marvelled at men hanging from buses and trains and decided that one day she would travel the same way. So when she grew up, she made a daily request to her dad to permit her travel by a bus. He declined but finally when one day she claimed she had almost reached suffrage, he let her take  a bus for a  day. And then her first adventure on public means of transport began.
 She waited with bated breath as the bus neared and hopped into it. Inside the bus she learnt an important lesson of life. Before you learn to dive you must learn to swim. Before you hang out from a bus, you need to learn to stand between jostling feet. She learnt a bus ride can be abusive if you land on someone and that someone in turn sets a chain reaction, with every screeching halt.She saw her bus stop fleeting by, she tried to get down at the next two stops and then resigned to the fate of stepping down at the last stop just before the bus halted for the day. Bus Boycott was the call word. From there she called her dad, held the phone in silence,heard his hello, said nothing,heard nothing, dad took her home in a four doored safety carriage. All the way back home, she held back tears of fierce pride and felt him secretly smile while she declared the first and last description of the experience,"This must die between us." Sometimes means can mean ends to some.