Alone on the bus
June 7, 2008 Gay Gay Gay Gay Gay 1 Commenthe other week I went for a night out in Winchester. What would normally be a nice 15 minute train journey turned into a slow drawn out affair as there were engineers on the tracks after Eastleigh meaning the second leg had to be done on the bus.
As the bus pulled in, I found myself at the front of the queue - Result as it was clear that the bus was going to fill and some people would have to wait for the next one.
I sat down and watched as other people began to get on the bus. After a while a slight twinge of paranoia stuck - It seemed apparent that while all of the spare seats were beginning to fill up, noone seemed to be taking the one next to me.
Finally, there were only 2 seats left. A girl got onto the bus. She clocked what was left available. In addition to the one next to me, there was one a few rows up with more limited leg room next to a tramp who looked whacked out on skag and stank of piss.
I think you can guess the rest of this sorry tale.