In the waiting room, folks alongside fancy luggage slobber over sandwiches stuffed with drippy fixings. Drink soft drinks or coffee. Rumbling sounds and fumes from buses continue all day.
Late evening, when the line of travellers dwindles, brother and I would make our move. Before maintenance staff arrive to empty out full rubbish bins and wash sticky floors. We scoop up partially eaten decadence discarded with plastic wrappers. Sample foods not served at soup kitchens.
We are hungry. Our walk through the intercity bus depot is the only ride we can afford. Where people travel to, we couldn’t care less.
Late evening, when the line of travellers dwindles, brother and I would make our move. Before maintenance staff arrive to empty out full rubbish bins and wash sticky floors. We scoop up partially eaten decadence discarded with plastic wrappers. Sample foods not served at soup kitchens.
We are hungry. Our walk through the intercity bus depot is the only ride we can afford. Where people travel to, we couldn’t care less.
