Bus Stop.

Returning to an earlier obession in this blog, I'm starting to believe I've been bitten by a radioactive bus driver. My superhero power fantasy is coming true. The past five times I've had to take the bus, I've seen my quarry coming, run for it and got on. Five times in a row. Tonight's takes the biscuit, though. After leaping through the closing doors, my cape just scraping through, the driver wouldn't take my money and told me to sit down. It was a busy bus. I got up again to pay him when the bus stopped at some lights. He made me sit down again. I bided my time and, on leaving the vehicle, offered him the spare £2.50. He waved me away and off the bus. Me, Bus Stop Man!