110 route

If memory serves me correctly it was a Monday morning in early December a chilly wind cleaved the air and our sun was middling in the east sky. The time was half past six. I stood anxiously waiting for a bus. I took solace when I saw it turn the corner. The bus stopped I ascended and deposited my fare in the receptacle. I turned in search of an unoccupied seat, in the process calculating the best possible position to sit. I couldn’t help notice my fellow travelers, a light crowd of miscellaneous races. The cold air on the bus seemed highly charged with spicy aromas, the unknown source probable emitting from someone’s person, the main annoyance was characterized by the smell of pungent curry tinged with high karate, the zing lingered till my nerves assimilated the seasoning. I sat a while as the bus ambled her way through the streets. I retrieved from a pouch a volume of Poe’s complete works. I read a page or two when I was decidedly struck by the feeling I was cold. It seemed that no heat was on in the bus and my mind favored a thought of confronting the bus driver with a question. I looked around the bus trying to find likeminded comrades who may be of aide in my quest but there were mostly blank stares so I abandoned the idea of help. I would give the driver a ten minute grace period before I engaged him. I constructed my argument around the premise that the public transit while doing a masterly job of transporting its patrons to and fro the environs of our city, had decidedly let the cause down by not having sufficient heat working in the bus. With my case firmly cemented in my mind I ventured up to the front. I arrived at the drivers cubicle and noticed he was absorbed in his work. I distracted him enough to let him know I was present, he turned and acknowledged me, it was here that I posed the question of whether or not the fare included heating, he was not amused, I furthered inquired as to why the furnace was not busy warming those who required the warmth of it’s heat, he shrugged drooping shoulders in defiance and told me the heating system was on the fritz, I didn’t believe the bugger,so i returned to my ice cold seat to stew and fret the remainder of the journey.