Whichever corner of the world we might hail from, we probably all share the experience of waiting for a bus. In that span of a couple of minutes to quarter of an hour (or hours, for sometimes that's how long it seems), do you read a book? Stare into the distant sky hoping to spot a UFO? Call up someone to chat away the time? Or check out that pretty girl/cute guy nearby?
Most of the time i think about her.