Why I love the bus

I "love" the bus! Everyday is a new experience!And why do I "love" the bus so much you ask? Well, here's why!Although the bus is always full, the best time to travel is during the afternoon and office hours. The bus is packed, the sun is shining with all it's glory, the oh-so-sweet fragnance of sweat is in the air. Everyone's pores are on overdrive. Ah! can't you just smell the warm, pungent air? The glory of someone's sweat falling on you is just something, ain't it?And then suddenly the bus stops at another stop and a new batch of freshly baked and moist passengers enter the bus. Oh no! The seats are full, looks like we'll have to catch hold of the steel rods on top and simultaneously dry out our arm-pitts. Oh wow! I am standing in a crowded bus with people's sweat on me with an additional surprise of arm-pitt odor, can I really be this lucky?!Hark! What do I see in the distance? A ladies seat being empty and that too a window seat?! I start running..no no.. flying towards the seat before my other worthy copetitors take it. Along the way I see the woman's bum being rubbed across the girl's(who is sitting on the seat) face. Her expression....priceless! I finally race to the finish and get my well deserved prize.Oh yes! I look at the girl giving me an angry stare, with a mental smile, I won fair and square! But wait the glory is not yet over. As I'm basking in all of my victory, I look out of the window. An old woman eating paan is sitting in front of me. She has too much of the liquid in her mouth. Time to release the merchandise. Puch! There goes the red liquid with a beautiful aim. Oh no! There's a barrier in the middle. A strong wind blows and changes the route of the spit.Yes, you guessed it right! In a few minutes I find the freshly spat red stuff on my face. So should I burn my face? Fight with the lady or take of the tasty stuff off my face? Well, I dont smoke, so I cant burn myself yet and hence, have no matches or a lighter. So that takes burning my face off the list. Fight with the lady? Well, she's old and old people have a place in my heart! Ah! forget it. I take out my handkerchief and rub my face till it's as red as a baboon's behind.Oh! My stop has come. I get up in a frenzy,leaving my competitors to start the race again. As, I get down I glance at the bus again and hear the conductor and a passenger starting up a fight. I hear the swearing and the shouting! Damn! I missed it!