BUS...a fable.. by .betukh bakbaki

When the bus stopped suddenly to avoid damaging a mother and child on the road, the young  lady in the green hat sitting opposite was thrown across me,and not being one to miss an opportunity i started to make love with all my body.
At first she resisted saying that it was too early in the morning and too soon after breakfast and that anyway she found me repulsive.But when i explained that this being a nuclear age,the world was going to end at lunch time,she took off her green hat,put her bus ticket in the pocket and joined in the exercise.
The bus people,and there were many of them,were shocked and suprised and amused and annoyed,but when the word got around that the world was coming to end at lunch time,they put their pride in their pockets with their bus tickets and made love one with the other.And even the bus conductor,being over,climbed into the cab and struck up some sort of relationship with the driver.
That night,on the bus coming home,we were all a little embarrassed,especially me and the young lady in the green hat,and we all started to say in different ways how hasty and foolish we had been.But then,always having been a bit of a lad,i stood up and said it was a pity that the world didn't nearly end every lunch time and that we could always pretend. And then it happened....
Quick as a crash we all changed partners and soon the bus was a quiver with brown mothball bodies doing naughty things.
And the next day
and every day
in every bus
in every street
in every town
in every country

People pretend that the world was coming to an end at lunch time.It still hasn't.
ALTHOUGH IN A WAY IT HAS.

very nice