The traffic was horrible coupled with horns and shouts from drivers. I wasted 40 extra minutes on the road and got to the office late. The heat on the bus combined with the stench of sweat was unbearable. At this point, I wished to have my car. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
The man sitting beside me reeked of alcohol as though he had a wild night and dressed up this morning for work without proper cleanup. He was trying his best to start a conversation with me, not minding the fact that I was by no means interested in a chitchat.
‘It's quite busy this morning.’ He started.
‘yes.’
‘You know, being your own boss is kinda chic, you know.’ He said again. But then he was dressed in a suit and his ID showed that he was a government worker.
‘hmm.’
‘where do you work?’
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