Its a "collars up, umbrellas open" kind of day; the gloomy weather is not relenting. I feel glad the wind and rain becomes a blurr behind the condensation on the bus windows, as I make myself comfortable in one of the passengers' seats.
I opened my book which immediately transported me from those with either ear-plugs in, passengers resorting to nail picking or like the lady sat just in front of me, who used her hand as a comb and repeatedly attempted to put her hair straight. I resisted a deep urge to ask her to stop and to tell her that nothing she'd do to her hair could improve it, other than a thorough wash of course!
The story-line of my book is gripping and I simply have to read on to see where this journey will take me. Between the pages I find a bright day packed with action. I have survived another night, I am breathing and as always, strive to get the most from another day.
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Yes funny how many times we get urge to do something to people in the bus. I had a journey today with one of the most annoying kid ever, who did not shut up for the whole journey. Really wish parents would learn that not the whole world thinks their child is adorable when its noisy.
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