Tom came to the bus-stop on a cold Wednesday morning, his hands plunged into his pockets for warmth as he waited for the bus to arrive. he pulled his phone from the pocket of his black jeans to check the time. When he saw it was nearing the time the bus was supposed to be there his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and Tom muttered to himself in a rough tone.

"I swear if that damn bus is late again, I'm going to kill that driver"