JS gave me £1.50 and I waited for the bus. I missed two number 11s because I wasn’t paying attention.

Then I attempted to smoke a cigarette in the bus shelter, but the filter was broken and I didn’t know what to do about it. I also felt terribly guilty for the hard time that I had given my friends who smoke.

Eventually another bus turned up, I jumped on board, and listened to ghost stories related by another passenger on the journey into town.