When I was on the bus recently, the sign that says 'STOPPING' which lights up whenever someone presses the bell had something wrong with it. The lights behind the STOP bit had failed, so the only bit that lit up was the PING. You'd think this would have only made me giggle the first time I noticed it. But it didn't. Someone pressed the bell to stop the bus. PING. Chortle chortle. Someone else pressed it. PING. Chortle chortle. Someone else. PING. Chortle chortle.
I couldn't wait for my turn to make the PING light up. I was so desperate for my moment. I hovered my finger over the button as we approached my stop, grinning like an idiot. I couldn't risk someone making it PING before I did. That would have ruined my day. So, PING, I went. Chortle chortle. And it took all my willpower to only press that button once.
I was so proud of my PING moment. I felt dead powerful, like I was in control of the world. I now know how Obama feels, or the Queen.
Since then, the PING sign on that bus has reverted back to STOPPING. Oh, THANKS, bus company, for ruining my LIFE. Boring, or what? I can't even be BOTHERED! I wait until someone else presses it for my stop, and if no one does, then I'll just stay on the bus until I get to a stop where someone's getting off. Okay, it's a long walk back home, but where's the fun in life with all the PING taken out of it?