5. The Chatty One
Ok, exchanging the hello and obligatory “When’s the fecking bus getting here?” grievance is more than acceptable, it’s expected. But the constant nattering is not conducive to a pleasant bus-stop wait. No, I don’t know your nephew and no, I don’t know what time the bus usually gets here at. And why out of everyone else at the bus-stop is it always you that gets the chatty treatment?
4. The Smoker
Even smokers will agree with this one. Who wants smoke blown in their face, non-smoker or otherwise? It’s really ignorant to just go ahead and light up when there’s six or seven other people crammed under the bus-shelter. They never ask if it’s ok with everyone. I mean, it might just happen that someone at the bus-stop has asthma or a similar affliction. Why don’t they just step away from everyone and smoke? Annoying.
3. The Student
This crowd are oh so cool and don’t they know it. Too cool for this bus craic. They’re not as loud as they are while on the bus with their boasts of where they’re working or holidaying in the summer after exams that they swear they haven’t studied for. Headphones blaring, smartphone out and sulk all in place, this lot are mostly found morning buses, whereas they morph into bus-stop person number 2 most evenings.
2. The Drunk One
They always have a story to tell and they have to tell the whole bus-stop. And why not? These people are gathered for this person’s hypothesis upon anything from Ryanair to Ban-Ki Moon to Johnny from the local pub. Mostly unintelligible, rarely insightful, this lot can be found randomly on a Tuesday morning but are usually taking up space at bus-stops Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings and nights.
1. The Mainstay
They’re always at the bus-stop but never manage to get a bus. Maybe they’re waiting on a lift. If they are then how come they’re still at the same bus-stop when you return eight hours later? They’re not unfriendly but they do create unfounded suspicion, which is always bothersome. Are they bus-stop inspectors? Bus-stop protectors? Or maybe they’re just wondering where all us chatty, smoking, studious drunkards are off to all the time?