Idiot! Staring across the road, oblivious to the rain dripping from his coat onto my shopping!
Everyone ignores the old.
Thankfully the 37 appears, I wave a hand to make sure the Paki driver stops. An obese woman, greasy hair, screaming child, is sat in the disabled chair. I remind her who its actually for, then tell the driver to mind his own business.
The bus meanders homeward. At one stop, some lanky fool, getting off the bus, barges into my shopping, causing apples to roll.
Not an apology!
As I retrieve them, the fat lady smiles.