What happens when i try to catch a bus
Standing around at the bus stop. It’s an early start and I’m still yawning. When will this bus get here!? Typically it is a cold day. Everyone is surrounded by greyness. I’m jealous of the people in cars, they all look so…happy. Warmth would make me happy right about now. Where is this bus?
Ah, at last. I see the tip of the bus present itself at the top of the road, it stops along the way. If only I had bothered to walk that bit more, I would have been on that bus this instant. I never realised how long this road was before, is the bus actually moving forwards? I can almost make out the drivers smug face, he has a moustache and obviously enjoys his job, I don’t care at this point however, I’ll personally thank him for turning up if he can just hurry along. Eventually the bus nears, I glance up at the number and unfortunately I can’t catch this bus.
Number X9 (limited stops)
Limited stops!?!? I never understood that one. Maybe they were just invented on this day so I would be fucked over. The driver looks at me as he passes, he tries not to give too much eye contact as this would show compassion. Instead he just drives ahead.
I am really cold.
Waiting and waiting and waiting. I’ve lost all sense of time, have I been standing here for 15 minutes? Half an hour? An hour? Do I still even exist?
I reach into my pocket and pull out the bus timetable. Lies….all of it.
I’m left standing there, without a clue, without a hope, without a fucking bus.
Ah, at last. I see the tip of the bus present itself at the top of the road, it stops along the way. If only I had bothered to walk that bit more, I would have been on that bus this instant. I never realised how long this road was before, is the bus actually moving forwards? I can almost make out the drivers smug face, he has a moustache and obviously enjoys his job, I don’t care at this point however, I’ll personally thank him for turning up if he can just hurry along. Eventually the bus nears, I glance up at the number and unfortunately I can’t catch this bus.
Number X9 (limited stops)
Limited stops!?!? I never understood that one. Maybe they were just invented on this day so I would be fucked over. The driver looks at me as he passes, he tries not to give too much eye contact as this would show compassion. Instead he just drives ahead.
I am really cold.
Waiting and waiting and waiting. I’ve lost all sense of time, have I been standing here for 15 minutes? Half an hour? An hour? Do I still even exist?
I reach into my pocket and pull out the bus timetable. Lies….all of it.
I’m left standing there, without a clue, without a hope, without a fucking bus.
posted by A.Lee at 11:55 AM
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