On the way to work I see two people sitting in the park, looking into each other’s eyes. A tender moment, I think, aaah. Then as the bus moves on, I notice a can of Special Brew in her hand, one arm resting behind his back along the bench. I wonder what we must look like to them, the business woman walking past with firm stride and hand clasped on her laptop bag, me on the bus reluctantly off to sit at a desk for eight hours.
Who are the daft ones? Which the most wasted?
People are funny as they go to work; some walk like they are on a mission, purposefully. Others grudgingly, music on, lost to their surroundings but hating every step that takes them closer to the office.