I’m at the bus stop. I look to my right and see an older guy walking towards me wearing an ABBA museum t-shirt. I smile. I love ABBA. When I went to Stockholm I wanted to go to the museum, but it wasn’t included on my tourist pass and I didn’t want to spend the extra money on it now. I’m thinking now that I should have just gone.
I want to talk to him about his t-shirt. Will he think that I am trying to chat him up or something? He looks at least 20 years older than me. What would I say? ‘I love your t-shirt’. What would he say? ‘Thanks’, ‘Er thanks…’, ‘*silence*’, ‘f off’ or something else. I hope that he stops at the bus stop. He does. I realise that I won’t speak to him as that would be too awkward. I should take a picture of his t-shirt at least. He’s too close and it’s awkward and I think he realises that I keep looking at his t-shirt. Did he buy it? Was it a gift? Has he even been to the museum? Is he not an ABBA fan but it was the only clean t-shirt that he had? Was it a joke gift?
The bus is due and it approaches quick. Okay at least take some pictures of his shoes… done. I don’t even mind that he pushes in front of me in the queue. To be fair I was busy taking pictures and it wasn’t obvious that I wanted this bus.
I sit midway on the top deck and it’s hot! So hot. At least there was a ‘bathroom sculpture’ by my seat. A few stops later and the front rows become empty. I want to move to them but I’m feeling awkward. People will look at me for moving. I wait a bit. Screw it I’m moving. I move quick so that the driver doesn’t think that I am waiting to get off (of the bus – I felt like I needed to add that as people have dirty minds). Air-con blows down onto my seat. I feel rewarded for moving and being ‘brave’.