Sunday, April 29, 2012
Sometimes I travel to work on a prison minibus crowded with others, and sometimes by the local bus.
Either way, there are a gaggle of my peers around me all jabbering into their mobiles. The minibus is worst for this, with no hope of speaking so low as to be un-hearable. Which is something of a pity, because the other day the guy behind me was having phone sex at 8am...quiet as he was, my toes were curling in embarrassment.
There is fun to be had in observing these travels to and fro, most usually from some of the youngsters who will try to chat up just about any woman who sits next to them. Listening to their efforts is hysterical. That they invariably all strike-out only adds to the fun.