Perceptions
The bus is already at the bus stop, and I'm running late to meet my sister. She is going to kill me. I'm heading to the bus stop as fast as I can, waving my arm above my head, struggling with my bag -why is it so heavy?- and luckily, thankfully, the driver sees me frantically gesturing, and waits. A minor modicum of chivalry, not driving off and leaving me standing in the rain. But then, plenty would.
I gasp my thanks as I finally make it onto the bus. There is a space by the door, and I sink into it. I am far too unfit; I must find the time to exercise sometimes. A young man jumps onto the bus behind me, glares around, but there are no spaces left. I got the last one. Amazing, that it makes me feel smug, getting the last seat on the bus. He looks tired, that young man. But never mind. I got the seat first.
Amazing too, that my sister would kill me for being late. She's always late, although she's got better as she's got older. Used to drive all her friends crazy. An old joke; tell Ell
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