The Bus

Every time, I get on the Public Transportation System, without fail a person sits next to me and falls asleep. Every single time. Once I sat on the bus and a fat guy asked me to move over so he could sit. I did, being the courteous person I am. Within moments of him sitting down, he fell asleep. And when my stop came, you guessed it, I couldn't leave the bus. Another time I was on the bus and this guy sat down next to me. A guy in a business suit with a pocket-watch and  a bag full of papers. And as we slowly approached my stop, he fell asleep. Not only did he fall asleep, but he fell asleep on me. He put his head on my shoulder and dozed right off. I tried to extricate myself from him because this was my stop. I gently lifted his head from my shoulder. I then darted off the bus and  as I watched his head drop into the seat that I had been occupying. I turned and darted towards my home. Another time, whilst I was on the bus, a woman sat in the window seat. When the person occupying the seat next to her got off at her stop, I took their place. I, in hindsight, regret this decision. This woman snored. And not just any snoring, the snoring equivalent of living next to an oil drill on one side and a sawmill on the other. It was impossible to ignore it. I couldn't even hear my iPod on its maximum volume setting. I couldn't stand it. I got up and gave my seat away to a small child.