I’m in Worcester. I’ve agreed to
give a friend a lift home. It’s started to rain very heavily; luckily, we’ve
got waterproofs with us. Instead of taking cover into a bus shelter in front of
us; we very cheekily duck into an alleyway across the entrance to someone’s
house. My friend is in and out in practically no time but my jacket is at the bottom
of my bag so I take a little longer. Suddenly, a storm of people appears from
outside the house and file straight past me into the alleyway below. One of
them, a bald man with a goatee, has a glass of water with him which he pours
all over me as I descend. ‘Oh, thanks’ I say. As the last person dashes past I
prepare to leave but a wooden door gets slammed in my face. I look forward and
see a woman walking round and getting into a cab in front. It’s then I realise
that somehow I’ve boarded a bus. I start yelling for the driver to stop but he
can’t hear me as he’s too busy talking to the woman in the cab. I turn around
and ask a passenger where this bus is going, but all I can make out is a
destination beginning with a G and ending in l. All I can do is to wait to see
where I’m going. It doesn’t feel like a faraway destination; and it may actually
be closer to where the car is. I decide to phone my friend when I get there
when I learn a little more; though getting off may take some time as I have no
ticket.
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