I dragged dead weight out of bed this morning. When I arrive at my stop, a man spits loudly into the bin.
As usual, the 22 bus pulls up and everybody gets on. Mine is still 2 minutes away. Somehow this makes me feel left out, like I'm doing something wrong. Should I also be getting the 22? There is only one guy left with me, standing dispassionately in a hoodie that reads:
Think while it's still legal!