Morning bus

Morning.

Heading for work.

Walking towards busstop. A middleaged woman in bright red pants is standing there. As I approach, so does the bus. Great!

No, not so great.

You see, the woman in the very red pants does not want to get on the same bus as I, and she's the kind of self centered person who can not imagine that someone else might wish to. So she waves to it to go by. And it does.

With a flick of her hand she cost me 20 minutes.

She said 'sorry'.

I turned my back on her.

Better than the alternative.

I hope she's not there tomorrow. And if she is, I hope she does not try to speak to me.