Whereas i would usually have time to kill, i wasn't waiting many minutes before my bus arrived, and in no time at all, i had alighted and was on my way to the library.This is a very important first port of call, not only for the obvious, but there is a public loo there, and i, with my 62 yr old bladder, i'll say no more. Unable to find a book of interest, i now needed to eat, brekkers, compliments of my favorite chippy.Dining out, dither-style.
"Copied by many,battered by none" reads the sign outside, well, i don't know about that, but sitting in an empty bus-stop shelter, with a tray of hot chips, salted and vinegard, life didn't seem so bad.
My contentment was short lived however, looking up from my chips, i spotted amongst the comers and the goers, a woman with whom i pass the time of day every other wednesday night as i catch my bus to work, shit! Now what? Head down and carry on eating, that's what.The next time i looked up, there she was, at a bus-stop some distance away, looking straight at me, had she recognised me? And what about next Wednesday evening? I can only reiterate, shit!
Never mind,a short leisurely amble through the market, a stall-holder offering spuds, a quid a bag, seven decent sized roasters?Yes please, and onwards to where a big pee-green sign, and i do mean "pee" green, bids the shopper welcome, on behalf of Morrison's supermarket.Now all that was left to do, was get a multi-pack of chocolate bars, a couple of lotto-tickets, and it would be mission accomplished.
And so it was. Just one more bus-ride, home James, and don't spare the derv.
I have A Saturday routine, usually involving bus-rides to and from places local. I shop,wander ( mentally as well as physically), there has to be an availability of a public toilet/toilets , more often than not,chips,and some place to sit,eat, and ruminate.
I try to be alert to time,life,people,things,anything, just waiting for stuff to happen, well, this time it just didn't. life eh??
Just another bus ride.