You are standing at the bus-stop in the pouring rain, with only a tiny umbrella to cover you from being utterly soaked in the Manchester rain. Time is ticking on and no bus is in sight… so what do you do? Wait it out or start moving closer to your destination whilst checking over your shoulder every so often in case a bus does finally decide to appear.
This is a dilemma that I was always faced with as a teenager, waiting on the 471 or 485 to appear. If I waited then the bus would still take its time to arrive and if I started walking down to the new bus-stop then two buses at once would suddenly appear. Fellow travellers on their way to work would drive past watching as I attempted to emulate Linford Christie (back in the day, remember people!) arms flailing, tree trunk thighs working overtime and my school bags and art folder flapping behind me in the wind. The umbrella ditched long ago!
Well imagine this same scenario 16 years later… but the buses are men…! The phrase ‘just my luck’ springs to mind! Fate really does have a weird way of striking in the most unexpected places, unexpected times etc and now I find myself with a couple of big decisions to make.
I may make them later in the week as nothing so important should be decided on a Monday!