Les aventures de l'homme aux cheveux rouges


The nice, middle aged woman had no idea I was peoplewatching from the bus driving on the left side of her car. She might not have started picking her nose if she knew.

At the same time, in the bus, the reason why I decided to look outside instead of inside the bus; two American girls talking between eachother in the most annoying way. “…and then I was like, and then he was like…” They used the word “like” at least three times in every sentence.

The man sitting in the seat besides me just left the bus. He was having a cold, and apparently his mom never told him to cover his mouth when sneezing, because parts of his last sneeze hit my screen. He didn’t even apologize. Bastard!