Bus Report #896

A week of early morning chill and light rain, and late buses.

I’d round the corner and see the man with the terribly strong Axe body spray, just waiting. Lately he’s been catching the bus that comes before my bus.

I’d ask, “Bus late?”

He’d reply, “Yes, late.”

He would nod. And then I would nod. And then a few minutes later the bus would come and he would climb aboard and I would follow him and his overly-perfumed reek up the steps and into the bus.