I left my earphones at home. I have my iPod on me, you understand, but I’d recently been listening to my old iPod for a nostalgia trip and I’d left the earphones connected to it, at home. I was rootling in my ridiculously capacious bag for them all the way to the bus stop. When I got on the bus I emptied the bag and was finally forced to conclude that it just isn’t going to be a musical day.
This is the worst bus journey ever, save perhaps the time some arsehole sat next to me and used his elbow to feel me up. Some cow is in my usual seat at the front of the bus on the right hand side. As soon as I saw her from the bus stop I felt an irrepressible bad mood coming on, which may well last all day. There is a child – sex indeterminate – at the back of the bus, who is silent when the bus is still but makes a truly horrible wailing noise when it’s in motion. If I listen to it hard enough it’s like a siren’s song.
To add insult to injury, there’s a man sitting in front of me with earphones in and I can hear the noise from them. Not loud enough to actually hear, just loud enough for that audible ‘tsh-tsh-tsh’. I am jealous. Usually it’s me annoying everyone with loud music, occasionally tapping a foot or nodding my head not quite in time with it and trying hard not to hum.
The worst thing, the very worst thing, aside from the wailing sprog and the fact that I am deprived of tuuuuunes, is that when I opened my notebook at a random page to scrawl down some angry thoughts, I found that my brother had written at some point in the past, ‘Dear Jess. Whatever you’re doing now, I’m still having a more awesome time. Regards, Ben.’ He couldn’t have been more right.
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