Bus Report #833

This morning the bus was early, almost ten minutes ahead of time. So strange.
The friendlier of the two construction workers, the one who always tries to talk to me but we can never understand each other, slid into the seat beside me.
He held up his phone and pointed at the time, and said, "Early!"
I agreed. "Very early. Weird."
He nodded and turned his attention to his phone for a few minutes, before holding it out to me again. He pointed at some words on the screen - Chinese characters translated into a few English words below them.

Bus very early.

"Yes," I said, nodding, "Very early today."

"Very early today," he echoed.