It's like sitting inside a tin can. Everyone around me in this bus is making exasperated sounds.

There's a backpack on my lap and a paper bag propped between my feet. The people standing in the aisle are peeping into it.

Someone spilled coffee here. It's the slushy kind that could be mistaken for something you might find in a loo. A child is poking at the mess with the tip of his yellow shoe. Everyone first laughs then groans.

We waddle along, it's like being in a rocking chair, only not as comforting.