Garry Phelge couldn’t take it any longer. He got up out of his seat and walked to the front of the bus in order to talk to the driver.
“Driver, I want to get off the bus right now,” said Garry.
“I can’t let you off the bus here, sir. We’re in the middle of nowhere. We’re about twenty miles away from the next scheduled stop,” replied the bus driver. “Why do you want to get off here anyway?”
“There are people on this bus who are out to get me. They are going to try to stop me from seeing my aunt and uncle in Kelowna,” answered Garry.
“Which people are you talking about, son?” asked the driver.
“The ones with the heads like reptiles,” replied Garry.
“With heads like what?”
“With heads like reptiles. Can’t you see them? They’re extraterrestrials,”
The bus driver used to work as a residential care worker for people with severe psychiatric disabilities. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Garry suffered from schizophrenia.
“What’s your name, son?”
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Garry. In less than half an hour we’ll be stopping for a break in the next town. Everybody will have to get off the bus for thirty minutes. When the break is over I won’t let the reptilian creatures back on the bus. Will that make you feel better?” asked the bus driver.
“Yes sir, it will. I just hope the reptilians didn’t hear our conversation,” replied Garry.
“Don’t worry. Reptiles have very poor hearing. Why don’t you go back to your seat now and let me deal with situation,” said the bus driver.
Garry thanked the driver as he walked towards his seat at the back of the bus.
Once the driver saw that Garry was safely seated at the back of the bus, the driver called 911.
“Hi. I’ve got a situation on Greyhound bus 74. I have a passenger who is delusional and thinks that there are extraterrestrials on the bus who are out to get him. The passenger is a young man who likely suffers from schizophrenia. I’m afraid that the young man may be a danger to either other passengers or himself. My bus should arrive at the bus depot in Regina in about twenty -five minutes, “ explained the driver.
“Do you think that your passenger will be okay until you arrive in Regina?” asked the emergency response operator. “Do you know the young man’s name?”
“I believe so. He says his name is Garry Phelge. I told him that I would kick all the extraterrestrials off the bus at our next rest stop.”
“Good thinking sir. I’ll have the RCMP and an ambulance meet you at the Regina bus depot.”
“That sounds like a plan to me. Thank you for your help,”said the bus driver as he put his cell phone away.