In Character

I was at a bustop, head carefully wrapped in Cambodian Hijab, dark glasses and Indian shirt while an old man in a suit armed with a big suitcase and a thick Eastern European accent raved like a lunatic next to me almost running across a traffic congealed street to get some P platers to turn their headlights on. When the bus finally came, some police got on for a "bus inspection".

I really felt like a character in a Jim Jarmusch film. At least it's never boring.