Melêe

I get tired of waiting for the bus home from town, it gets more chaotic. People are just so desperate to get on as quickly as possible, it becomes ever more like a scrum.

I heard a phrase the other day which lends itself to this situation in a rather apposite way: as a result, I'm wondering whether to write to the bus company and ask them to change the name of the service to The Last Chopper Out Of Saigon.