I hate dental treatment. My early childhood of very bad dentists has left me scared for life. So having broken a back tooth and had a front crown come out over the weekend I was not looking forward to the emergency appointment. But I have a very efficient new dentist who looked after me brilliantly, so no hysterics from me this time! Of course it might help that he is a young, Italian, with a lovely smile....
I wandered back to the bus station via a bit of window shopping and caught the midday bus. There is a section of road for buses only on the way out of town which is accessible via some bollards that go down when the buses approach. Only they didn't work and the bus reversed and went the long way round, This prompted a lot of moaning from an older man just behind me. He was mollified by his female companion. A few minutes later she tried a distraction of a bag of cream horns. I was horrified. You can't eat them on the bus, I thought, the flaky bits will go everywhere.
I must have tuned out for a bit, working on de-numbing my mouth from the injection, when the next bit of conversation caught my attention.
"So you don;t want me then?"
"I can't commit"
"You just have to say yes or no." She pressed.
Blimey I thought are they reading the script of a teenage soap?
"Can we be friends?!
Blimey, dumped on the bus on a Monday lunch time???
The bus had reached my stop, so I got up a bit early to sneak a look at this love crossed pair. They were not teenagers; both 60 if not more!
If my tongue had not been numb I might have risked a comment. "he's not worth it, darling, get a real bloke," !!!
As it was I had to rush as the bus driver ignored the bell and sailed past my stop!!! I made him stop on the next bend, as the next stop is miles up the road and its a long enough walk.
Too much excitement for a Monday.