The bus driver stopped at the petrol station next to the roundabout on the A1 very early one Saturday morning because he needed to go to the loo.
'Sorry!' he apologised to his passengers, and dashed across the road.
The hazard lights clicked on, off, on, off... we waited at the bus stop in a rather unsafe place.
From the back of the bus, hip hop spilled from somebody's cranked-up headphones, playing in perfect clickety time with the hazard lights.