I recently moved across town to a whole other district. I had no clue how I would be getting to work before 8am. Lately my boss has been giving me hell for coming after 8 (15minutes late and you get an earful).
So I have had to reschedule my schedule and learn to wake up earlier than I would love. In this part of the world, taxis do not venture. One has to wait for the coasters (is that what they are called in outside countries?)
These things fly! It takes me 25-30 minutes to get into town compared to the one hour commute that I had gotten accustomed to at my previous place. The best thing about this whole change is that it’s half the cost! Yeyyy!
As I write this, am sitting at the back of the 40seater bus and willing the time away. Occasionally I glance outside the window to check our progress but my eyes dart back to my phone before I can see much.
The traffic was unusually light today so the driver kept a good pace until he had to suddenly brake for some reason. He later accelerated and I didn’t think much of it until I smelt it.
OH MY GOODNESS!!! it was not pretty. Suddenly everyone was reaching for the windows and looking at their neighbour suspiciously. Someone had let rip the nastiest, most foul fart I had ever smelt!
What did this person eat last night/ this morning? I kept looking at some dude who looked guilty… (Perhaps it was my imagination playing tricks) hmmm…
I have to alight now but I have allowed – these guys have the best poker faces!