There’s a tremenjus comedy sketch to be written on the insistence of people in Dublin on saying “thanks” to bus drivers.
It’s always heartsomely amusing seeing a succession of people shouting “thanks” half way down the bus now that they have to get out the middle doors.
They should buy a new fleet of old style buses with exits at the back and a sealed off driver cabin just to see the lengths people will go to shout “thanks”.
A fella I know once had a few drinks after a match and forgot to shout “thanks” to the bus driver getting off, so the next day he rang up the Dublin Bus customer service number quoting the route number and time of the bus he’d been on the previous night just to make sure that the message of “thanks” he forgot to shout would eventually get through to the driver of that bus.
Another person I know forgot to say thanks and sent in a Thank You card to Dublin Bus with the route number and time of the bus written on it.
Neither of the above things actually happened.
I do not know exactly when this idea of saying “thanks” to the bus driver started but I’m sure I remember a time when it was not at all normal to do it. I’d guesstimate the saying “thanks” thing only started in the late 90s.
Perhaps one person started it and it spread like a woke mind virus into a mass movement.
One of these days I’m going to shout “Gurrev mohha gut” halfway down the bus just to give myself a tiny frisson of excitement at being different.
It certainly wasn’t a thing when I tread the boards on the 10 and the 39A decades ago but when I reengaged with the bus services some 7 or 8 years ago it had become the custom.