9 April 2012
I finish work, catch the bus, the same bus I always catch but today heading in the other direction. I'de struck up a conversation with a kid from work whilst waiting. His name escaped me but his irritating conversation didn't.
He was totally 2 dimensional, my dry sarcasm seemed to confuse him, which was useful and entertaining.
At risk of appearing ignorant I pulled a book from my bag, opened it at the shit out of luck scratch card I was using to record my progress & began reading.
His babble persisted, so did my reading.
I gestured him on to the bus in front of me, he thanked me not realising that whilst I flashed my pass to the driver I was getting a visual on the furthest empty seat from the one he'd already sat on.
Another Bus Story • Opuss № I