The bus stop is only around the corner, but even if I run, I'll never catch it.
It matters not if I leave 5 or 10 minutes early. The pesky bus speeds by just as I approach.It knows. It senses my contempt and grudging need. It waits. It times its acceleration. It taunts me.
It hates me as much as I hate it.
At least now we both know where we stand.
..Well, I'm standing anyway -- every day in the same place waiting for the invariably overcrowded next one.
3 comments:
Have you thought about driving to work? Sorry Clive...
Just because you're paranoid ...
Have you ever considered that it is not the bus, but rather the bus driver that hates you. It could be that the bus is actually full but the bus driver just shouts "Duck!" when he sees you.
Just a thought...:)
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