I spent the Monday, well, hiding to be honest. I'd been down here a week, applied for every job in the world and ended up, glory upon glory, in a pasty shop. Yes, this was my great escape! Selling over priced pasties with coffee on the side, watching my life slowly wither away with every pasty I sold. 'It's Money' I kept telling myself, but the more I said this, the more it pissed me off.
My alarm had woke me up early, too early for the part time unemployed. I couldn't get back to sleep so I decided to go to St Austell and continue my job hunt. St Austell was probably the biggest town in the area, about the size of Wigan or Bolton, and very similar too. So I took a shower and set off for another fantastic day of job hunting. The bus would take a while, so I settled in, two seats from the back and stared out the window. I decided not to job hunt today, the whole process had beaten my brain to fuck, I needed a break. There was me, the driver and an elderly dear on the bus. It was really hot and clammy, but the hag wouldn't let me open a window. So I just sat there, sweating, but past caring. The Bus stopped and I fell in love.
As she walked on she completely ignored the driver, who didn't say anything, and she simply headed straight for the back of the bus. I tried to take her in, wanting to remember every detail of this moment, what a vision. She'd dark blonde hair, black eye shadow with a pout that meant business. She looked like a bitch, but i'd always liked that for some reason, especially if it turned out to be true. She can't have been taller than 5'4, but her legs were long and her bust was large for such a petit figure. I'd planned to quickly glance at her bottom as she passed, but she glanced somewhat in my direction and I bottled it. Damn! I thought, I nearly completed the spank bank jigsaw. I was sweating even more but now I cared.
The agony of having her sat behind me was hell. I could feel her stare on the back of my head, or was I imagining it? Was my own tension creating this feeling? She might have been looking. This thought cheered me for a moment as I planned our life together in my head, the old cliché running away, drink, shagging etc, but it calmed my mood and I could relax for the first time that day, knowing my imaginary life was about to begin right here, on this bus.
Of course though, this was not too last, she got off at the stop before mine. I grabbed my bag to follow, but I was in two minds, should I get off the bus?..... What would I say?.... I don't even know her....she probably has a boyfriend anyway. By the time all this had gone through my head, the bus had taken off, my chance, alas was gone. Back to the mood of early morning, a day of hiding from the job hunt commenced.
I got off the bus thoroughly demoralized and sauntered around until I found a cafe. It was cheap and it looked quiet. I ordered the 'economy' breakfast and a pot of tea, opened my book and hid in the corner. It was quite dark in there, on a sunny day people like bright places, I wouldn't be disturbed all day, excellent. I eat my breakfast, read my book and ordered tea until they closed. I didn't really have any money with me so, I decided to get the bus back.
I'd just sparked a cig, when the bus arrived, It was an hour for the next bus so I got on. It was pretty full this time, students at the back laughing like gobshites, old hags at the front complaining about them and the workers on the way home in the middle. I was going to stand until I spotted two empty seats. Just in front of the students though, I'd decided I could handle them. After five minutes I wasn't sure I could, students are the only sober people who talk bollocks so loud every one can here them
