Really busy tonight, no room to sit for the new arrivals so they spill upstairs and stand on the top deck. Bloody crap dance music all around me, nose bleed shite - am I the only one who wants to wind down on the way home? I'm reading the free rag thats been left on the seat.
Girl arrives on the top deck with white buds in her ears muffling her senses, she's got two bags of shoppping - off home for a nice meal or whatever. Now, the bus is relatively quiet given the number of people, most are travelling alone so no small talk. London buses don't slow for speed bumps and one of her bags falls over.
For a few seconds the bus is united in titters as she leans down to upright her shopping. She's just farted unnaturally loudly for the quiet bus. Let one rip, never flinched, never noticed, keeps nodding her head, oblivious to the fact she's made most of the top deck smile, broken the boredom, distracted a few thoughts.
Maybe it'd be different if it'd really stunk but it's nice to see a small fart can still raise a smile on a bunch of miserable commuters faces.
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