Bus Stop

Every morning I take a bus to work. Lots of people waiting for different bus...965...27...89. Ever wonder how these people at the bus stop are like. Where do they work? How is their life? Married with kids… desperately single looking for a partner…students with excellent result…a perfectionist at work…a slacker…someone with money minded personality…what do they think of the coming election…are they happy. So many questions for them.

I see the familiar faces every morning. The pretty skinny girl who is impatiently waiting for the bus. The fat guy who carry his wallet and mobile in his hand. The cute malay girl who works in the same company as me. The tall guy who wears a checkered shirt and smokes at the bus stop…and the middle aged lady he talks to. The student from my block who also take bus from the same bus stop. The pretty not so young girl who smokes. And many others whom I cannot significantly remember now.

I just want to say these to them….hi guys…how’s it going? Life is tough right…I feel it too…waking up early morning and waiting for the damn bus…you know what guys…maybe we should all meet up and have dinner sometimes. How bout tomorrow morning…let’s all forget about going to work or school….we meet at the same bus stop and at the same time and go for breakfast…how about that. We should be friends…fate brought us to the same bus stop every morning we shouldn’t waste it.