Morning on the Bus

There's a guy reading 'Timescape' across the bus aisle from me now, and he isn't too far from the end. Behind, two girls are practising the trolley-dolly thing for when they're older. An old man with a hat and a box of garden stuff has just got on and wants to sing. Snatches of song erupt occasionally. Now 'Timescape' has been given up for a loud, annoying phonecall. The call just ended. Reading continues. Old man smacks his lips between humming. Is that guy with the baseball hat blind? He has a cane. Girls get off. Fat woman with skinny schoolchild gets on, and separately a sporty, fit girl. Yes, that guy's getting off at the National Council for the Blind. And so it continues as more get on and work gets inevitably closer.