Street Life
I was waiting for a bus yesterday evening (and failing to get any since London + Rain = Crammed Buses) when I noticed a guy looking at me. Eventually he got close and explained that he needed to catch a bus or cab to Homerton Hospital. Then he produced his pièce de résistance: a giant gaping wound on his forearm beside what looked like a protruding bone. My first reaction, before he showed me the wound, was to say I didn't have any spare change - but when I saw the state he was in, I tried to make amends for my suspicion by convincing him he needed an ambulance. He refused categorically. I asked what had happened and he said he fell off his bike. He then wanted to know which bus I was waiting for (number 8), said he was waiting for the same one (it doesn't go anywhere near Homerton Hospital), then slipped inside the 388 through the back door when it arrived. I lost the chance of getting neenaw to allocate him some help.
This morning, I'm bundled up and miserable with the other commuters as we wait for the bus into town when I spot something out of Hulbert Selby Jr's imagination walking towards me: a young woman in a tiny black mini skirt, high heels, teeny top that says D & G, bleached blonde hair, fake fur coat (open) and a cigarette. Her skin is covered with acne and she blows smoke like she doesn't give a shit. Every. Single. Man. Can't. Help. Staring. An unsettled girlfriend even steps in front of her man's field of vision because he's incapable of quitting the gaping.
Who's this girl and why is the cold not bothering her? Has her work shift just ended and she's heading home while the rest of us start our day? She flicks her cigarette into the gutter, lifts her fake fur coat's hood to cover her head and enters the bus before everyone else.
This morning, I'm bundled up and miserable with the other commuters as we wait for the bus into town when I spot something out of Hulbert Selby Jr's imagination walking towards me: a young woman in a tiny black mini skirt, high heels, teeny top that says D & G, bleached blonde hair, fake fur coat (open) and a cigarette. Her skin is covered with acne and she blows smoke like she doesn't give a shit. Every. Single. Man. Can't. Help. Staring. An unsettled girlfriend even steps in front of her man's field of vision because he's incapable of quitting the gaping.
Who's this girl and why is the cold not bothering her? Has her work shift just ended and she's heading home while the rest of us start our day? She flicks her cigarette into the gutter, lifts her fake fur coat's hood to cover her head and enters the bus before everyone else.