the Snorer

Everyone has stories to tell, some interesting, others not so. Mine's about a guy I like to refer to as the Snorer.

The Snorer catches the same bus everyday and sits in the same seat in the same position: with his knees folded up against the seat in front. His mouth is always slightly ajar and his beady eyes shut tight. How do I know if his eyes are beady, you're asking. Well, this is a perfect illustration of literary licence.

Back to the Snorer. You'd have inferred by now that he's sleeping on the bus. Not that it's a crime, he just makes the bus ride a little less dignified for himself and a little more unpleasant for others.

The problem for me, is that I happen to like sitting in the same area as he: near the back of the second deck in a window seat. That's because the sun is least able to blind you with its morning brilliance in that area of the bus. So... I often end up sitting pretty close to the Snorer, becoming an unwilling audience of his personal symphony.

Today, to protect the sanctity of my morning commute, I traded the best seat in the house for somewhere less ideal in terms of shade, but infinitely more tranquil.

I guess this is where my snory ends, till next time.

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