Waiting for a Bus

Until twenty years ago, only blind people could legally be masseuses. I think the same law may have applied to architects and city planners.

I had twenty minutes or so to kill before my bus was due to arrive so I took a little walk. I made the above photo from a street corner. I stopped into a convenience store to have a tin of warm coffee (coffee-flavoured sugar and milk powder) and went back to the bus stop with plenty of time to spare. I opened Hipstamatic on my phone and waited.

This wasn't my bus.

This was also not my bus.

This was my bus. I was home and preparing dinner in no time.