sashinka | observation orientated, with a twist of lime | a blog

Yesterday, when I went out to get the papers, I met an old woman, with two crutches, waiting at our bus shelter. For your information, we've now had a bus shelter for a month, but no actual bus stop. I have written to them, and heard nothing. Anway, this woman's waiting there, and out of public duty, I say to her "are you waiting for a bus?". Just in case she thought one would actually stop there. "No love, just resting. Me legs, y'know."

I felt a sudden wave of collective good wash over me; rather like Harrison Ford's feeling when he goes to the barn raising. I'm less bothered about my bus shelter now, though I would obviously prefer there to be a stop there so it would be more convenient to get a bus.