We took a bus trip into the sprawling metropolis of Douglas this morning as P had an appointment for his booster jab at midday.
A young woman boarded about halfway there, laden down with a wheeled suitcase, huge rucksack plus a large "bag for life" crammed full. She managed to get down to the back of the bus where, according to P, she was crying and talking on her 'phone to somebody about having just left home. She struggled to get off on the outskirts of town so we don't know where she ended up.
After the jab, Christmas present shopping and lunch at The Caff opposite the bus station, we boarded the 1:10 bus back home. This one was very full and with several "characters" on board.
One (very) young mum boarded first with a toddler in a buggy. Buggy and toddler were parked at the front near the driver whilst mum walked right to the back of the bus for the remainder of the journey. Thankfully, it was only when the bus neared their stop that the little girl jumped out of her buggy and wobbled to the exit door, ready to jump off. Mum wandered down and retrieved bags and buggy but let the little one jump off by herself and scamper along the pavement beside the busy road. Eeek!
A young man boarded outside the college, looking very arty and studious with his trendy specs and long, collar length wavy hair under a stylish flat cap. He spent the whole journey working on his laptop.
A young man had boarded just after us and sat immediately in front of us. He was wearing baggy joggers and a hoodie and carried with him a most distinctive aroma of curry and pungent body odour. He pulled up his hood and lay back to snooze for the entire journey, occasionally letting off little puffs of aromatic flatulence to add to the general miasma.
Ah, life's rich pageant.