I was reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance' (fantastic philosophy book, read it!) on the bus the other day. As the bus came up towards Holloway Road tube station, I started to put my book away, so I didn't have to panic last minute at my stop, further up the road. The big black woman sitting next to me took this as a sign that I was getting off. She asked me, "are you getting off here?" and, as I wasn't expecting this just kinda mumbled "uhhh, no, it's after this".
She took this to mean the bus stop directly after the one we'd just passed. She pressed the stop button for me. She stood up, and gestured me past. I didn't really wanna make a fuss, so I picked up my rucksack and got up. And thanked her. And got off the bus. I thanked a woman for adding a half mile walk to my trip.
fml.
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