FROM THE WINDOW OF A BUS




IRRITANT

‘Look,’ she said, ‘that car’s got a flat tyre.’
I’d heard the car go past as we stood at the bus stop and saw it take a right down The Pithay.
‘Is that funny?’ i said.
‘Yes it is.’
‘I’m going to write that down,’ and repeated what we’d said so she could hear as I wrote it in my notebook.
‘Are you going to be irritating all night?’ she asked.
‘Have you forgotten who I am? Do you not recognise me?’ I said using a look to emphasise my point and after a short pause, ‘of course I’m going to be irritating all night.’