Sometimes, when I'm sitting on the bus, I wonder what would happen if there was an accident and no one could escape this bus? How would the drama unfold? Would the old lady next to me offer to share her mystery meat sandwich, or would she quickly gobble it down before we noticed? And, of course, the inevitable: who would be eaten first?
But then, of course, we drive out from under the Decary expressway and these thoughts disappear. I go home and forget about this near-death experience until tomorrow.
But then, of course, we drive out from under the Decary expressway and these thoughts disappear. I go home and forget about this near-death experience until tomorrow.
