From the Notebook
Apr. 2nd, 2005 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikHow many people do you suppose meet on buses? I'm passing St Catherines. Behind me, two Israeli backpackers are making friends with someone called Georgia. They exchanged mobile numbers. I'd like to know what will come of it. Next to me a man with a British accent is talking on the phone. Arranging something with someone. Georgia's voice is high and ditzy. Pom guy is wearing a blue and white striped shirt. He's getting off now.
The Israeli guys were talking in Hebrew. Interestingly I could understand a few words. Kol hsa Olam, eh? Ambitious. The woman in front of me is getting off. Her green shirt offsets her red hair nicely. I still don't know what Georgia looks like. She is sitting behind me. There is only one other person on the bus.
Last stop.
The Israeli guys were talking in Hebrew. Interestingly I could understand a few words. Kol hsa Olam, eh? Ambitious. The woman in front of me is getting off. Her green shirt offsets her red hair nicely. I still don't know what Georgia looks like. She is sitting behind me. There is only one other person on the bus.
Last stop.
