April 8, 2005
.: Patience
Frank ran down the street yelling at the top of his lungs. The people in the back of the bus were watching his vain attempt to catch up, some obviously enjoying his misery, while others offered what little sympathy they could spare.
The bus began to speed up as it descended the hill. If Frank didn't hurry, he'd miss it. He'd have to wait a whole half-hour before another one came. He couldn't wait that long, he was late enough as it was. His heart pounded harder.
Panting, Frank began to run faster. The bus was now a good five metres ahead of him, and he could see the people in the back of the bus laughing and waving at him. "Bastards!" he thought. "They can't even tell the driver to stop!"
At that moment, Frank could hear the awful moan of a horn and the screech of rubber on pavement from behind. He almost looked but thought better of it. He didn't want to loose sight of the bus. He didn't want to wait half an hour. Frank didn't even realise he was airborne until he caught up with the people in the back of the bus. In this manner, the issue was decided.