Weary Traveller

My mum gave me a lift into work today, this saved me 20 minutes and £2. I spend the 20 minutes on pottering and general getting ready. I spent the £2 plus and additional £1.10 on a grande caramel frappichino thus negating any savings that I had made for the day. Ho hum.

On the way home I purchased my single ticket and boarded the bus. I cos my usual seat plugged in my headphones and we got on with the ride. It was about 5 minutes in when I noticed that the man in front of me was fidgeting, once I notice some one fidgeting I cannot notice anything else so my full attention was on him. It appeared that he was trying to get into a comfortable position for sleeping on a bus (I favour the sat upright head slumped myself). At first he rested his head against the window and immediately realised the vibration was to violent for slumber ( a problem familiar to us all) the he chose to place his ear on the sill this bus have been uncomfortable because he very soon moved again (no double due to the rigidity of the rubber which I suspect is designed more to keep the windows in place than comfort a weary traveller, foolish bus designers). The he had a brain wave he remembered that he was carrying a bathroom brochure. He quickly produced the pamphlet from his pocket and began the skilful job of transforming this informative d.i.y. resource into a soft and comfortable pillow, he must have done a pretty bad job because even this ad hoc cushion would not suffice for his needs. It struck me that the book that I was carrying and not reading could make a quite passable pillow and nearly offered it to him, then I realised what I would do if the situations were reversed. I would politely decline the confusing offer from an odd stranger and then to show that I did not need the book I would have to take my shirt off make it into a pillow as that is far better than a book I think we can all agree. I did not want to see this mans torso.