True Story

9 October 2019 – I’m sitting on the bus in a not-best part of town. The Grizzled Old Guy opposite turns to the Matronly Lady next to him, and says:

I want to kill every person on this bus. Bus driver too. Everyone. Can you control me?

She takes a beat, and calmly observes:

It is against the law to kill people.

They fall silent.

Next stop, a young woman gets on with a baby stroller. GOG gets up, steps aside, makes room.

Stop after that, he pulls the cord, moves to the door. Just before stepping down, he turns back, and says:

Thank you, driver.

I think:

What a short story Araneus could make from this!

(It’s all yours, my WordPress Antipodean friend…)


    "Traveller, there is no path. Paths are made by walking" -- Antonio Machado (1875-1939)

    "The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes" -- Marcel Proust (1871-1922)

    "A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities" -- Rebecca Solnit, "Wanderlust: A History of Walking"

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