Bus Musings 1

The Mormon just got on the bus - it's going to be a good day. I always have a good day when he's on the bus with me. I've never spoken to him before. He doesn't seem too happy today, I guess it's because he doesn't have his book with him. He always has his book. I wonder which one it is.

The bus is going faster than usual. I don't like it when the bus goes too fast, just because there is only me and a Mormon on it. It should take the same time when it's quiet and when it's busy. It's things like this that make me miss the bus to work sometimes, just because the driver is hurrying. Idiot.

The mormon just got off the bus and has a limp. I hope he's okay.

Last week two old women sat beside me and one of them pissed themselves. I haven't washed my trousers since then. That's a bit disgusting. I never thought that I'd miss the pissy bus lady.

The bus has taken literally 9 minutes to make it across town. This is a bad omen.

Off to work.