Waiting For the Bus This Morning
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Waiting For the Bus This Morning
The timetable promised a bus at seven fifteen, yet the street has stayed empty longer than usual. Commuters have checked phones, sighed, and glanced at watches while rain has dotted the pavement.
I have waited for twenty minutes without shelter beyond a thin awning. A nurse beside me has waited for fifteen minutes because her shift starts at half past seven. She has worried aloud that traffic has delayed every route since roadworks began last Monday.
An elderly man has stood quietly for ten minutes with a folded newspaper. He has visited the same clinic every week for three years, and delays have rarely upset him until today.
Two students have complained that they have waited for half an hour already. Their exam has started at eight, and they have calculated whether walking might arrive faster since the bus has not appeared.
