It's Friday and one knows this because many of the
passengers hop on the bus home, loaded up with cartons of assorted alcoholic
beverages tucked under arms or on shoulders. Yes people travel on buses with
strange things; pets (though in this country you have to have permits for
that), assorted food stuff (again thankfully in this country it needs to be
dead to travel on public transport) and other types of shopping. In this area
that is more likely to be alcohol than clothing on a Friday. Some offer the
driver one as they go past. Round here it seems to be considered churlish to
not include others in your addictions.
So after a long trip peppered with such offers it was no
surprise that the driver commented, as we neared one's stop, that he was
looking forward to a couple of Bundy's (A particularly vile, locally made rum
that is something of a state passion. It even has its own mascot; a white polar
bear (again something that makes you wonder how drunk they were when they came
up with that)) when he got home.
How about you, he asked conversationally.
Well personally one has a date with gym. That's g. y. m. not
J. i. m. one hastened to clarify.
He laughed saying rather you than me.
Sighs does he not know the amount of sugar in that god-awful
rum?
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