Something or other

here's a little something i got the idea for a while back(not a long while, mind you), and wrote today

it's not long, but that's okay

and I'll be going to Texas like tomorrow morning, so i won't be posting here for a bit...not like i post very often at all...

whatever

here's a thing

A perfectly average man waited at a perfectly average bus stop, with a small crowd of not-so-perfectly average people. A girl with a Mohawk and MP3 player, two men and a woman in business suits, and an elderly woman with purple hair waited alongside the perfectly average man. The bus was fifteen minutes late.

The perfectly average man was of the sort that is impossible to point out in crowds. He was of average height, weight, build, appearance, and overall texture so that he blended in perfectly with his surroundings.

Finally the bus rolled up, and the people shuffled on in an I-can’t-believe-it’s-still-morning manner. The perfectly average man followed along, averagely.

The bus was about half full, plenty of seats available for the oncoming passengers. Perfectly average man sat nearer to the back. The bus ride was uneventful.

The perfectly average man got off at the next stop, and the bus continued on its rounds. Eventually, the bus was emptied, only to be refilled again near lunchtime, and again the pattern was repeated in the evening. The perfectly average man did not get on the bus again. He had a good excuse though.

It is to be noted that he was not the only perfectly average person aboard that bus that day. In fact, a perfectly average woman, who, just like the man, was of the sort that could not be remembered or pointed out, got on the bus near evening. The perfectly average woman sat near to the back of the bus. Her bus ride was also uneventful.

At the next stop, she stood and walked down the aisle to the door. In her left hand she clutched her purse. In her right hand she clutched nothing, but it is also to be noted that in her right sleeve was hidden a slip of paper that she had found in the seat where the perfectly average man had been sitting, and where she had sat only moments ago. On the paper were coded instructions on what she should do should the perfectly average man not be able to complete his duties.

The perfectly average man’s excuse for not riding back on the bus? He was killed in a pedestrian accident only minutes after quitting the bus.

Coincidence? Hardly.