Apparently there has been a major gas leak in Catford. My bus, the 171, terminated, short, in Brockley Rise. The bus stop advised taking the 122 to Forest Hill for the 185. If I was walking I'd be a bit annoyed that it didn't say that the 185 stop was just a few hundred meters away.
Anyway, we get there and see two 185 buses together in traffic. A pair of west Indian ladies infront of me start some melodrama in that amusing way it's done in the Caribbean. It turns out that there is a slow walker in the group. Maybe she won't make it, better hold the bus.
No need though. The traffic is slow and heavy. She makes it but her daughter doesn't get on. Mild panic. Stop her, she's got the cream bag, they travel togetther. Open this door!
But she's on the phone. Going to a shop to top up her Oyster? She should have just got on the bus!
Whoosh!
A bike jets by, LEDs strobing the cycle lane. That's the way to travel.
The driver comes out of his cab and tells us: this bus is terminating in Catford, I'm not driving to Lewisham.
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