Where is that infernal bus? I’ve been waiting here for so long.

I could just walk I suppose, but my feet are tired. Then I saw this bus stop, and I figured it’d be faster if I just wait.

Any day now, that bus is going to come right through here and take me home.

The buses are always late, of course. Never this late, but late. I bet the driver thinks he’s being fashionable. Kids today, always so concerned with how they look instead of who they are.

If you want to sit down and keep me company, you can.

I’m a little hard of hearing, so forgive me, I’m not much for conversation.

I wonder if they’re doing construction on this road. I haven’t seen a single car pass through here for hours.

I packed plenty of food and water for the trip. I have a lot left over. I’m watching my calories.

I was on a trip to see my grandson. He wasn’t home. Neither was anyone else. To be fair, I’m not sure how long it took to get there, I lost track of time.

The storms around here are getting a lot more violent these days. It must be all that talk about pollution and the ozone.

The other day a nice gentleman named Skullface offered to hold my purse for me. I assured him I was just fine. Such a polite young man, I should introduce you to him.

Have we met? My memory isn’t what it used to be.

Don’t mind me, just waiting for the bus.

While walking to another bus stop

Oh, don’t mind me, just walking to a closer bus stop.

I’ll feel pretty foolish if the bus passes me on the way there. But I couldn’t wait any longer.

I waited at the last spot for hours and no bus came. If they changed the route, someone in charge ought to change the sign too.