I was going for a walk so I took a bus that was supposed to bring me safely. The bus being
desert ( surprising, perhaps even suspected in t) I had to get up and ask the driver with information.
Me: "Sir, can you tell me where do we go?" As
unfamiliar to the area I should have taken the trouble to consult the route to the bus stop (airhead) but I forgot.
I was a little worried to miss my stop, here is the reason behind my question hazardous.
The driver, very conscious of his enormous weapon maneuvers ( a bus with two floors beautiful like a truck! ) doing at the time of my speech was slow to respond a little bit.
I repeated my question. He gave me a sidelong glance, and continued his work ( yeah, he did not think to stop the bus to meet me, maybe it's the only thing normal in this period that seemed to last an eternity ed.)
Driver "Oh my poor lady, with Libya, the hostages, the tile is falling on the head with this bastard Bidiu (j 't have the honor, you know you ?), which is the disgusting lounging behind their desk at UBS, Haiti and all Tantouin the crisis, the rents go up, not to mention health insurance to the con, and TV? ooh you do not even speak. I really do not know not where you go, my poor girl! the lam disgusting I tell him that bastard, that's it. But where does one go, you can tell me? "
That's when I decided to get off the bus and continue my merry way on foot. It was a great moment of loneliness .. ..
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