Bus Journey Upon alighting said bus I was greeted by a courteous smile. The driver has an ironically cheery demeanour and is in no way condescending as he grunts down his flared nostrils when I ask for a day 'thingy' giving me access to the tram and bus. A sarcastic sigh and an eye roll as the confirmation murmur of "4 paand" rippled through plexiglass, a stare which could cook eggs was flashed my way as I hastily swiped through my change prospecting for four gold nuggets. 'Chink Chink' as my poundage slapped the exchange tray and after a few sweaty jabs of the machine HEY PRESTO! A thermal transport ticket which easily wilts and deforms to the point of being unreadable at the mear hint of pocket humidity. Scanning...scanning....scanning...where to sit? After some quick leg room calculations incorporating a sub-routine of who may smell best (based on appearance) my seat is targeted and after the one hand swing...buttocks have met polyester. So yeah xx