Like the motion of two whacking great musical symbols,the windscreen wipers on the bus repeatedly came together then opened wide again, only the sound they made was of the squeak and drag kind!
A flurry of snow continued to fall, whirling its way towards and around the bus making me feel considerably glad to be transported to work.
A guy swiftly claimed the seat immediately in front of mine. As my eyes dropped down so I couldn't help but to survey his hairline. I saw a scattering of grey, just as if a pocket of talc had settled between the peaks he'd created standing proud at the top of his head.
I caught a whiff of peppermint then saw his jaw working out on chewing gum. He explored his left ear with his finger, scratched briefly and by four bus stops, thankfully he seemed to settle.
Now a regular passenger, who I recognise as the chap that wears a khaki, cotton leisure jacket. The one with the huge hood, that makes his head look so tiny in comparison. It features a synthetic white fur ruff trim and a frustratingly BIG white label of fabric information,
He wears a collar & tie and shoes, so well polished they reflect his well spruced hair. It is so obvious that this gent takes his morning ablutions most seriously.
He departs at the University of the West of England, a mature student or a Tutor perhaps?
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