The Things you see at a Bus Stop

Since moving jobs (i.e. since my job got deleted and they demoted me), I have been catching a bus from a new and much less used bus stop on a suburban street.

It’s an absolute joy, I won’t lie. There’s the library freak from my old library, who insists on talking absolute bullshit to me as though we are the bestest mates ever; lightly-jogs-across-the-street-even-though-there-is-absolutely-no-traffic man (he does it every single time!) and the elderly Asian lady who talks very fast Urdu to me and looks confused when I clearly can’t understand her. I think she has forgotten she moved countries several years back.

But none of them beat today’s little gem.

The bus stop is opposite a dental surgery, which seems to be pretty busy so their small parking lot – that holds about three cars – is impossible to get into. People have to park along the street, in front of the houses.

Today it seemed busier than ever and in order to get a park you would have to drive a couple of hundred metres up the street, park and walk back. Evidently not wanting to waste an extra 20 seconds of her day, or any energy, one particular driver decided she would prefer to have the bus stop if possible.

So she pulls up along me at the bus stop and signals me to her passenger side window, which she has brought down:

“Is there are bus due soon?”

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” I said, “This is a bus stop, you can’t park here.”

Cue eye-roll.

“I only have to run in for a minute, can you please just tell me if there’s a bus due?”

“No” I said, “There is no bus due. I’m just standing here because I get off on bus stops.”

“Fine, whatever” she says and proceeds to start parking the car right there in front of me.

Imagine my joy when the bus came around the corner right at that moment. I’m a simple soul and easily pleased.

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