barring all else

It seems work and transport are indeed a muse for me.

I'm writing this on the bus, unusual for me, because if there's something happening I'll usually just jot it down on my notepad. Unfortunately, everyone else in the house has realised how great a thing those little notepads are, and all of them have been usurped.

So, I'm on the bus, in a window seat. In the window seat opposite from me - so in the same row, but two seats and an aisle seperate us - is a man talking feverishly. I have no idea if he's talking on a phone or not: his right side being obscured, there could easily be a hands-free kit attached to the side of his face.

I've realised it doesn't matter at all - someone talking on their mobile is exactly as annoying as someone talking to themselves on a bus. Even if he thinks he is talking to someone, he could trouble to keep his voice down.