When the Bus Stopped

Imagine it’s the hottest time of the day. And you’re sitting in a crowded bus on a rock-hard seat beside the window and sun is aiming at you out of all people. Now you may think that’s the worst possible scenario after a long day in university on the way back home. But if you happen to be as unlucky as I got the other day, it might get even more annoying.
So there I was sitting in a bus with 60 percent of my body being boiled by sun* and all I could do was to stare out of the window like a sad guerrilla looking out of its cage, waiting for the ugliest daily experience of mankind, the bloody bus trip, come to an end. It went on like that for like 20 minutes and I was about to reach home when something weird happened.

The driver stopped the bus at the Dehkade Olympic station and jumped off it, running towards a little kiosk at the other side of the street. I don’t know why that seemed so weird to me, like I’ve never seen such thing before. So I said to myself that I have to guess what on the earth caused him to storm out of the bus like that. And in order to do that I had to change my sitting situation because I needed my whole bodily energy to concentrate on such important (= stupid) matter. So I took my almost melted body parts together and seat properly and started thinking about it.

First I thought he’s going to buy a newspaper and since he was young and kind of a “meydun shush” guy, that would be sports-related and more specifically it’s about body building. But it wasn’t because he went directly to the kiosk’s door and not the newspapers. My second thought which would have made more sense was that he’s going to buy a bottle of water. But again I was wrong. The young driver with a red t-shirt stained with everything from engine oil to god-knows-what-else, wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes. Holy duck! All that running and hurriedly crossing the street was to buy cigarettes? Really?
Apparently he didn’t want us to get angry at him because he left the bus in the middle of the street, so that is why he was running. But is it so important to have cigarettes with you whenever and wherever you are? I mean is it worth blocking the street and leaving 60 odd passengers in the bus just because you ran out of cigarettes? Is it that addicting? It reminds me of Moe’s bar in Simpsons. When there’s no beer and everyone’s screaming like a woman giving birth! Come on people, either get rid of it or learn to control your habit.

*: Sun is hot. Heat boils the water. 60+ percent of our body is water. If you didn’t know these, you probably smoke too much. ;)


P.S: Smoker’s discretion WAS advised.

P.P.S: But I’m not kidding. Control your habit. You walking human exhausts!