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and probably ungrammared....


Benjamin Tobias waited for the bus to stop a slight distance from the bus stop. Consequently he did not received the benefit of the shelter provided by the bus shelter, and the large grey coat he wore wore a thin coating of rain from the rain that came down from large grey clouds. Had he recognized all of the faces if those sheltering in the shelter then he might have considered joining them. As it stood though, he elected not to sit in the spare seat and stood his ground, stoically enduring the elements

In time the bus arrived. A brief inspection revealed that it was the wrong one-a forty-one instead of a one-o-one, so Benjamin did not move to meet it. In the fullness of more time the correctly numbered bus rendezvoused with the stop, but there were far too many bored looking people aboard for himself to board. In the fullerness of morer time the bus arrived, unburdened by excess passengers. However the bus driver had a moustache and today was a Friday, so Benjamin could not and would not board. Finally the bus arrived and he boarded, rushing to join the few that queued. He held his bus pass up to the non moustached bus driver with both hands for exactly four seconds.

The bus lurches forward and he stumbled forwards. He sat in an empty seat near the front so that he was close to the door. It seemed to him that Not very nice people sat at the back of bus, taking loudly and swearing loudly and playing loud squeaky music on their phones. Hoping that no one would sit next to him he began folding his ticket into different shapes and wrapping it round his fingers like it was a snake coiling around his fingers.

The bus made several stops at several bus stops. More people got on and no one got off. He was worried that it would become so busy that someone would sit next to him. The bus rolled on and he tried to look like someone that people would not like to sit besides. The air began to grow hot and wet with all the hot wet people breathing in and out. He tried to breathe small cold shallow breaths.

At the 5th Bus stop a girl boarded. She was very pretty and had a happy face and long curly red hair. She did not sit next to him, which didn’t sit very well with him. Instead a large man in a leather jacket with a weathered face sat next to him, taking up most of the space. He very much wanted to move but the movement of the bus made this impossible. So he contented his discontented self with clutching and unclenching his hands in his coat pockets so that no one could not see.