Tuesday 3 August 2010

too lazy for fun

On my way home from the office, I try to sit on the right side of the bus. It's to spoil myself with a better view of the clothing in the Islamic Relief shop on the way home. I dream that someday there will be room in my fabric stash to buy something there, a random treasure, brightly coloured and embroidered, to turn into a quilt block, or something.

But today, I sat on the left side; that's the side by the bus stops here. And I wasn't reading, just staring out the window. So I had a good view of the big black four hole button on the ground at the bus stop just past Longsight library.

Now, bear with me if I've explained this before, but I collect buttons. Not in the serious 'glass-imitating-jet-because-Victorians-were-like-that' button collecting way. No, the buttons I'm after are common, but special in a different way. I collect lost buttons. Someone else has the bad luck to lose a button, and then I have the good luck to find it. A little bit vicious, just a little bit, profiting off others' misfortune. (Please note: I don't fight a person for the button that has just fallen off their coat. That would be rude, and far to interactive.)

Anyway, to get back to the story, this button was an ideal specimen for my collection, but I was TOO LAZY to get off the bus. There was nothing keeping me on the bus. I wasn't in a hurry home, and traffic was moving, so the next 192 would have been only 10 minutes away at most. But instead of doing something just a little bit fun, I just sat there. Not good.

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