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The Journey

The old man sighed as the woman took the seat next to him on the bus. He 
realised that all the other seats were taken but did that really mean that 
she had to sit next to him! He didn't want company - he wanted to be alone. 
`No such luck' he thought to himself.  Tutting, he shifted across the seat 
to give her some room.

The woman smiled cheerfully at him.

"Thanks - it's been a tiring day and I didn't want to stand all the way 
home".

The old man groaned - he hadn't wanted to give her the seat in the first 
place and now she was trying to talk to him. `Damnations just leave me in 
peace'. He grunted back to her, hoping that she would take the hint but to 
no avail, she carried on chatting about her day.

"Hasn't it been a nice, warm day?" she said.

"No, far too hot" the man replied.

Surely now that would shut her up he thought, but no, the more negative 
replies he gave seemed to make her chat more.

"Where have you been today? Did you go to the Park? It's lovely at this time 
of year isn't it?" she asked.

"If you like that sort of thing," the man sourly replied.

The lady smiled at him - she realised that he was a miserable old man but 
felt sorry for him, she would hate to be like that when she got to his age. 
She wondered what event had happened in his life to make him so grumpy and 
hoped it didn't run in his genes.

`Surely he hasn't always been like this' she thought as she continued to 
chat to him.

The old man sighed. He didn't want to talk to her, all he wanted was to sit 
quietly and contemplate his day but what could he do to stop her inane 
chatter?  He wondered if he went to sleep would that shut her up. `No,' he 
thought to himself `she's so busy chatting she wouldn't even notice.' 
Sighing, he realised that he was just going to have to put up with her.

The old man brightened considerably as the bus neared his stop, smiling to 
himself he realised his journey in hell would soon be over. He wouldn't have 
to put up with her for much longer. He would soon be home, alone in his own 
pleasant room, eating a splendid meal, then spending the evening in front of 
his television.

The bus pulled to a stop. Standing up first, the lady helped the old man to 
his feet.

"Come on Dad, let's go home and get your tea".

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