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Last Wednesday I stood at the bus stop for hours in the snow without seeing so much as a picture of a bus. I’d listened to all my iTunes and eaten every bit of chocolate I could find in my pockets. Even some which was more fluff than anything else and by midday I was getting really cold and fed up and feeling sorry for myself. I was considering my options, a pointless exercise because, in reality, I had none to opt, when along came this young lady in a warm overcoat.

She shivered when she saw me.

“Have you been waiting long?” she asked.

“About a day!” I told her, exaggerating only a little.

She seemed unsurprised by this.

“Well I s’pect there will be one along in a minute” she assured me.

I must say I found it hard to believe her.

“My bloody feet are bloody cold!” I said grumpily “I’ve stood here since eight thirty and nobody gives a damn! Nobody cares!”

“I care!” she said.

“Oh you do, do you?” I said.

I didn’t believe her for one minute.

She nodded. “Course I do!”

“Well I find that hard to believe” I ventured hopefully. She didn’t look like the caring sort to me. She looked more like the snooty sort who’d whiz by in a flash car and splash me with slush.

“Why?” I asked. It seemed a reasonable sort of question, besides she was on foot, just like me.

“Because I’m a bus drivers wife” the young lady said. “That’s why I care!”

“Then,” I said, “if you care so much, you’ll take your knickers off and let me warm my feet up on your bum!”

I’m sorry to say she didn’t care quite that much!


© Aahlu 3.03.2010

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