Please note that I am Australian –and therefore write from an Australian perspective.
I'm a student and my particular educational institution of choice is some way away from my home, and what with petrol prices the way they are, I'm a fan of the old public transport.
People say things about public transport being questionable, but I've never had any complaints.
Now, on the day in question – yeah, I know, it sounds like a police report, but how else do you phrase it? – I was catching a bus. It was a good bus; I'd give it a seven. Fairly clean, not too tardy with the timetable; all in all, a good day of family fun.
So, of course, me being the cool guy I like to believe I am, I was sitting right up the back; and inexplicably, no-one else was. Then again, it is around the end of year assessment period – and I'm renowned for having my exams later than my friends – renowned in three states (!)... just kidding. Anyway, today wasn't an exam, just a standard trip to the campus where I'd make glib remarks about how no-one turns up to class.
The bus stopped at an ordinary suburban stop and a group of people around my age got on – I never know how to describe us – me being 21 – I don't feel like a "twenty-something" I'm not quite a "young adult" anymore; not a "kid"... anyway, a bunch of what we called tertiary students – university that is.
There was a guy about my age and two girls, one of whom was a stunning young woman with long brown hair tied back in a single ponytail, who wore a summery sort of dress that came down to her knees and those shoes that just sort of slip on – I don't know the name. No tights, I noticed, casually checking out her legs – or stockings or whatever women called them
You may have guessed – I'm not a laureate on all matters female.
Anyway, I just sat there, not listening to music on account of my mp3 player not being charged – and trying not to do anything when they all walked up and sat on the seats in front of me – the second girl and the guy sat on the first and second ones from the back on the left side, and the one with great legs sat pretty much in front of me on the right side of the bus.
Having no music, I ended up listening to their conversation
"You're just jealous" The other one, who I didn't notice what she looked like, said to the one in front of me.
"Why on earth would I be jealous?" She said, her left foot dangling in the air, the shoe hanging precariously.
"Because he likes me now."
