I hopped on a bus -- on impulse -- this morning -- around six-ish. The 'privy purse' (Let's just not call it 'disability living allowance') -- I get is handsome enough for a zoo keeper / gamekeeper or dethroned chieftain -- But I'm ready to file for bankruptcy after a lavish week or so... Economic analysts call it: Spending spree! LOL I didn't have change -- but the conductor wasn't priggish -- He's quite cordial -- Didn't debus me or anything -- Just earmarked my ticket in a cryptic language -- looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics! --
I discovered that -- that many people with enormous physical disabilities commute by bus -- And, there're girl commuters too (Probably collegian -- though it's Sunday.)
I also learnt that it's safe and economical...
I don't have to haggle with tipsy autorickshaw drivers -- Absolutely no mortal fear of head-on collision. Blaring raunchy songs (Jerry-built speakers!) And, zero turbulence!
I'm fortyish -- a reformed romancer -- but I might meet my ideological soul mate -- on a bus!
Next time, I'd hop on a double-decker... And, one more thing: I'd get a 'bus pass'.
What's that eh? White noise... I guess aliens are trying to intercept (eavesdropping on) our radio frequencies! ;-)
I gotta go...rescue some damsel in distress...
Bye-bye! See you later!
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