Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A BENCH WITHOUT A SHELTER
Yesterday I was waiting for the 830. There's nothing inherently unusual about this. It was a very hot day. By the time I had walked to the bus stop I was feeling rather hot and lethargic. I went to sit down on the bench, but as I looked at it I saw the sun's rays reflecting off the plastic surface and a searing memory came into my head of how my bottom felt the last time I sat on a bench that had been exposed to direct sunlight all the day long. Needless to say, I waited standing until the air-conditioned bus arrived.