the wheels on the bus

One of the things I hate most about my broken leg is not being able to drive.

I miss my air conditioning. If the bus has air conditioning I haven't noticed.

I miss listening to the radio on the way to work. Listening to 3 different songs playing through 3 separate phones at the same time just doesn't do anything for me. 

Some bus drivers choose to pull away before I have hobbled safely to my seat. This may be funny in films starring Jim Carrey, but if I fall and break myself again I will be forced to sue you. I have the number for claims direct on speed dial - drivers be warned.

I find myself in a constant state of nervous assessment, judging each new person that gets on the bus, trying to decide if I should offer up my seat...

Are they that old or can they cope standing up better than me?

Is she pregnant or just very fat?

Is that dude staring at me because he wants my seat, or because he's a pervert?

As a relative newbie to the buses, I am not well versed in bus etiquette, but am beginning to think such a thing doesn't actually exist anyway.