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Minibus Tales

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One of those days when you leave the office super tired and you just want to get home to your bed and take a much needed breather.

 I was having one of those days and all I thought about was how bad I wanted to be at home, 1700 hours was taking its sweet time coming and I was getting crankier by the minute. The blame could only be mine anyway, I had slept in the wee hours of that morning because I couldn't tear myself away from watching all 14 episodes of Single Ladies Season 2 so I only got 4/5 hours of sleep (btw I love my sleep so that was very little for me). Waking up was a mission but I consoled myself with the hope that maybe that day was not going to be so busy and I could get some shut eye during my lunch break. 

That. Didn't. Happen.

I rushed down to the usual bus stop to get my ride back home and there seemed to be a few minibuses that day, people were scrambling to get on them. No. I was not going to scramble with the crowd. My bad mood could not get any worse than this - such typa things could make you commit murder and I was not particularly thrilled at doing time or running for the rest of my life #Exhausting.

I stood by and watched people scramble away at the buses and the crowd got smaller. A number of Nissan Vanette minibuses came by and I looked at them angrily. I was not a fan of these small vehicles - the chairs were too high up, you could be a bump and pothole away from causing yourself some serious head injuries every time you hit the roof and when the drivers decided to cram passengers in you had to forget about traveling and arriving in 1 piece at your destination. I remember one time I got off such a bus with my shoulder aching so bad, moving it was almost fatal.

So I stood away from most of the crowd with my headphones in listening to music on my phone. The minibus would have to find me right here. Lucky enough, one minibus did come along and parked right infront of me...and it was not a Nissan Vanette!

The joy I felt was surprising even to me. I would jump on this bus uninterrupted - or so I thought. I almost laughed out loud to the the crowd behind me.

loool I'm not about to lose a limb like some of you a few minutes ago... *sticks tongue out*

I thought the crowd was still behind me until I was violently pushed then crushed to the side of the minibus.
Were these people sprinting after the bus or what?! I was confused and hurt but I wasn't going to give up easily. So I pushed back. I was already at the door. Might as well do something.

The human being pushing me was a big guy. Very buff. He was just covered in muscles and beard. I managed to get on the bus after wrestling him. Yes I managed to get on before him. I even stood for a few moments blocking anyone else from coming in while I mentally decided which seat I would take. This seemed to irritate him - that facial expression was very blantant. I simply didn't care.

Did he have no shame pushing me, a person ten times smaller than him??

I took my seat near the window before the others crammed in. I was silently praying this wrestler would  sit elsewhere when he suddenly just plopped himself next to me. I glared at him. 

Of all the empty seats in here?!

Me looking at Buffy on the bus.
The bus filled up and we started off. I was super tired and almost dying since the Conductor decided there had to be 4 people on each sit and my friend, Buffy, was once again crushing me to the side of the minibus. 

At this point I had just accepted my fate. The day was not getting better...and Buffy kept moving around every time it felt like I was in a comfortable position - the huge bag he had with him didn't help either. 

Getting off the bus was a huge relief - and Buffy got off to make way for me. He even smiled a little. As I was walking home - another 15 minutes of course, I couldn't help but smile. Thinking back to the last 20 minutes of the ride back home was actually quite funny to me. I  had had a rough day but that might have been the same for the other passengers. We were all tired and yearning for home/rushing somewhere. I'm sure Buffy didn't mean to be all Wrestling Champion on me. Funny enough those events playing in my head  seemed to lighten up my mood. Oh well.

Hyacintha
xoxo
                                         

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