I stood on the platform, doing a fair impersonation of someone with absolutely no idea.
You wouldn’t think catching a bus would be too difficult. I’m told lots of people do it every day.
They know where they’re going. They have studied timetables. Possibly with the help of an academic.
I had made no such preparations. Foolishly, I decided it would be a simple task. Men don’t need timetables. Everyone knows that.
What I didn’t realise, was that a bus travels through my local busway about every four seconds. Each with a different number.
Of course, I had no idea what number I was looking for, to get me to my destination. There were no timetables on any of the walls. Staff members are no longer employed to help dumbos like me.
At this rate, I would not get to enjoy the cool drinks on offer a few suburbs away until…
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