One night, a young man took the last bus home. On it was an old lady, who glared at him. He shuddered within, but paid the fare and sat down anyway.
En route, the driver stopped to pick up other passengers and let them alight. The young man's stop was the last one on the route, so he dozed.
Soon enough, only he and the old lady remained.
The driver stopped at the second-to-last stop. A group of merrymakers boarded the bus, loud, boisterous, and clearly drunk.
The young man peeked open an eye and sighed to himself.
"This is my stop! Let me off!" shrieked the old lady.
The young man yelped and bolted upright.
"And you, my dear grandson!" snarled the lady. "How dare you not come and sit next to your gran! Come here!" She stomped over with her cane, grabbed his ear and pulled. Hard.
He yelped, and helplessly followed her off the bus.
The bus pulled away and the old lady immediately let go.
"I'm sorry, young man," she said in a low, humble voice. "But I needed to get us off that bus."
Bewildered, the young man blinked, mouth agape. "Huh?" he managed.
The old lady shook her head and leaned on her cane. "Those last passengers had no feet..." She stomped off towards the housing estate..
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The bus and bus driver never arrived at the bus terminus.
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