Just Like Old Times

Back to college also means back to public transport. There's something depressingly uncool about being back here, knowing many of your friends are driving in, in their own cars. (Unless they're stolen, of course) You know that you're in an unfortunate situation when the only time the silence is broken is when the elderly couple sat behind you decide to compliment a bush that the bus passes by, by agreeing that it's "well looked after". As soon as I heard this statement, I closed my eyes and kept promising myself that the journey would ending soon. Thankfully, it did.