On The Bus... #17

A fine morning, a fine trip on the bus.

I was seated right behind the driver. A lady boarded the bus at the next stop and took the seat beside me. At a sharp turn, I felt the lady elbow me. I turned and looked.

The lady was sitting on the floor.

She grabbed for the handles, and stood on her feet firmly again, climbing back into the seat beside me. I heard a few gasps of surprise from behind.

I took a peek at her face from the driver's mirror. She had a face that was darker than any of the recent thunderstorms in Singapore.

Naturally, I didn't laugh at that point of time.