A Bus Ride

On my way home today, I was feeling kind of tired and hoping for an air con bus to come along, but as my luck would have it, a non air con one came instead. So I went to the upper deck as usual and tried to find a seat.

All the inner seats were taken as I walked towards the rear. I wanted to get a seat at the last row of seats, but when I got there the entire row was filled, but there were 2 empty outer seats at the second last rows. One on my right and one on my left.

One of the things I have learnt when taking the bus is that when one faces this particular decision of choosing a seat on the bus, it is important to choose carefully as the seat you choose will determine your level of comfort for the rest of the journey. If the journey is a long one, the importance of the decision becomes even greater. After all, you wouldn't want to spend the rest of the journey with someone occupying 3/4 of the seat, pushing you off the seat every time the bus turns left and have people keep knocking into your shoulder whenever they alight.

So I took a quick moment to analyze my 2 potential seat mates. Both of them were sleeping rather peacefully so they didn't see me taking a quick look at them. The person seated on my right this guy who was rather fat plump, while the other one on my left was this rather cute looking girl.





Naturally, there wasn't much consideration to be done. I immediately took the seat on my left, the obvious reason being that the girl was cute there was more space for me to sit. More space = more comfort.

So there was I seated comfortably in my seat. The wind wasn't blowing in my face, there was nobody poking the back of my seat with their knees and my seat mate didn't have BO. Everything was going well and I was about to close my sleepy eyes when I felt a gentle push on my right shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I saw my cute seat mate's shoulder leaning on me. She must have been deep asleep, as her head bobbed up, down, left and right with every turn and bounce of the bus. And with every turn and bounce, I noticed her head slowly leaning closer and closer to my shoulder.

I started to think. Should I give her a gentle nudge to wake her up? Or should I just sit there and as the song goes, let it be? This time however, I wasn't able to make a decision. The next thing I knew, I felt a soft nudge land on top of my right shoulder.

I turned to look… and there was she was, sleeping on my shoulder. Her head was so close to my face that I could even smell the scent of her shampoo. At that point, I considered giving her a nudge to wake her up, but I thought, it's not every day that a cute girl sleeps on your shoulder she must have been really tired, so the least I could do was lend her my shoulder to sleep on.

And so that was how it stayed for the next half of my journey home. Strangely enough, she woke up one stop before I alighted and must have been embarrassed because she immediately changed her position as soon as she realised she was sleeping on my shoulder.

The moral of the story?



A very important lesson for everyone