I took no pleasure in the game today, however, and merely seated myself as close to the front as possible,
taking no interest in the merits or demerits of my companion.
As luck would have it, she was an elderly woman, slightly on the plump side but not inconveniently so,
who smelled of hairspray and kept herself to herself. Good. She got off at the next stop and then I had the seat to myself.
More people got on, and I watched a handsome young man
tall, slim, with disproportionately large brown eyes—play the scanning game in order to select a seat.
I looked forward to sitting next to him, being sure that he was neither mad nor malodorous.
However, he walked straight past me and sat on the other side of the bus, next to a short, rough-looking man in a sports jacket.
I couldn’t believe it! Two people got on at the next stop—one went upstairs,
the other, once again, eschewed the spare seat next to me and walked toward the back of the bus,
where, I noticed when I turned around to look, she seated herself next to a man with no socks on.
His bare ankles looked distressingly white above his oxblood leather brogues, which he had teamed with green jogging bottoms. A madman.
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