Coming of Age with Waffles

We had a bit of snow/slush the other day and first I had to wait for 40 minutes for a bus after work. Then it took the bus about 1hr to get 500 metres after which it was terminated as it was total gridlock. I got out to get to a cafe while waiting for Boyfriend as walking 5 miles with pelvic pain would have been impossible.

Anyway, as annoying as that was it was nothing compared to what was going on across the aisle from me during those very, very slooow 60 minutes. There was this uni-couple who was making out in such a way that the people behind them moved a bit further back in the bus. I am not kidding when I say that they did not come up for air more than once during those 60 minutes, which in itself is quite impressive, albeit slightly awkward making people move due to excessive saliva swapping.

Yes, I am old and I realise that and it wasn't the kissing that made me uncomfortable. It was the touching and groaning that sort of tipped it over the edge. 60 bloody minutes!! I felt as if I was intruding on them, in their room and they might as well have been nekkid.

So after having endured such a slow and uncomfortable busjourney that only took me to West Street anyway, I decided to comfort myself with a waffle, syrup and ice cream at the Forum whilst waiting for Boyfriend. I felt a lot better after that! So thank you, you horny youngsters.

picture found here.