This Is This

I missed the bus yesterday morning. The last coach into London pulled away as I turned the corner so I kept on walking to get the train, which pissed me off because it was a cold two mile walk on a damp Monday morning. 

About 200 yards on from the bus stop, right where the turning to the motorway is, a car had pulled over the roundabout. As I approached, I could see the passenger side window was rolled down, so I suspected someone has stopped and was waiting to ask me directions.

“Hi - morning. Have you missed the bus? Need a lift?”

It’s another commuter I know by sight but not name.

“Great! Did you miss the bus too?” I ask.

“No, I was just driving in today. Then as I turned the corner I saw you and thought you would need a lift.”

Wet bus stop, I’m waiting, his car is warm and dry.

“You work in (PLACE WHERE I WORK) don’t you?” he says.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to -”

“I’m going up to our Mayfair office today as it happens. I go right past (PLACE WHERE YOU WORK).”

So, again. Right where I needed something, just at the right time.

On Sunday it’s a magazine, on Monday a large black four wheel drive BMW with climate control and a television.

Synchronicity?

My friends are so jealous.

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Him: “Snooker is a sport.”
Me: “No it’s not. It’s like saying darts is a sport.”
Him: “Darts is a fucking sport!”
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