I’d just landed at Gatwick, and
because of the lateness of the hour, my only option home was to head into
central London to get a bus back to Birmingham. I got a ticket and had a bit of
a wait in the squalid bus station. While I was waiting, a young woman smiled at
me and asked me how to get to Manchester. I pointed her in the direction of the
reception desk who would be best set to guide her as to how to proceed. She
purchased her ticket and came back to me to ask what to do next. I looked at
her ticket and saw that she was due to ride on the same bus as mine. She then
proceeded to ask me all sorts of questions as to how she should get to her
destination in Manchester to which I suggested getting a taxi. She then passed
me a phone who apparently was her partner and asked me if I could escort her;
but I stated that I was not going that far. Throughout the journey she kept
tapping me and handing the phone and the gentleman asked if I could make
arrangements, and all I could tell him that I was ill-equipped to do so, and
all I wanted was to fall asleep on the bus.
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