Yesterday, I approached my bus stop full of hope for the upcoming journey. But readers, It LET ME DOWN.
My bus, you see, supposedly arrives every 10 minutes! But did I wait for that alleged maximum of 10 minutes? No!
15? I wish.
20? Not even that.
25 minutes I sat in the freezing cold, staring at the horizon as though I could somehow make a bus appear. Sadly not, it seemed. Buses, however, went in the OTHER DIRECTION, as though to MOCK ME. Where did they go after that?! Did they drop of the end of the earth? Was there some kind of bottomless pit further up?! NO. No, of course not. The road wasn’t even long. They should have turned around immediately and picked me up.
Only when it reached the time that I was actually meant to be meeting Jasmine, did the bus arrive. EVEN THEN, the bus driver decided he did not need to stop for me. Instead he let the bus slowly roll past where I was standing; presumably thinking I would quickly jump on and he could continue his journey in style. Well, I was playing no part in this ridiculous game of his, mainly out of fear that I would injure myself, or just miss the step all together and look like an idiot. So there I stood, a look of exasperation on my face, until the bus driver stopped his vehicle. Let me tell you, I handed over my 40p with reluctance.
15? I wish.
20? Not even that.
25 minutes I sat in the freezing cold, staring at the horizon as though I could somehow make a bus appear. Sadly not, it seemed. Buses, however, went in the OTHER DIRECTION, as though to MOCK ME. Where did they go after that?! Did they drop of the end of the earth? Was there some kind of bottomless pit further up?! NO. No, of course not. The road wasn’t even long. They should have turned around immediately and picked me up.
Only when it reached the time that I was actually meant to be meeting Jasmine, did the bus arrive. EVEN THEN, the bus driver decided he did not need to stop for me. Instead he let the bus slowly roll past where I was standing; presumably thinking I would quickly jump on and he could continue his journey in style. Well, I was playing no part in this ridiculous game of his, mainly out of fear that I would injure myself, or just miss the step all together and look like an idiot. So there I stood, a look of exasperation on my face, until the bus driver stopped his vehicle. Let me tell you, I handed over my 40p with reluctance.
Your ever cheerful,
Vicky x
mmmmmmm one direction
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