Rarity.

On the way from James's house earlier today, we headed to the bus stop, so I could catch the bus. Woooaaahhh, that's what you do at the bus stop?

Jim's watch said it was 20 to six, and since the bus wasn't meant to arrive until precisely 18:49, we decided to pop into Spar to see if they sold jelly. Is it just Sheffield or is there always a Spar near a bus stop?

Anyway, as we're wandering round, I notice a bus go past the window. So I ran out of the shop like a common thief! I left James in the shop, looking for jelly, he must have thought I got fed up of searching the shelves.

As I ran up to the bus the doors were closing and I made a sound similar to how I would imagine guinea pig's would burp. Kinda like: Moaoaoaoaoawhwhwh.

To my surprise the bus driver looked at me, half giggle-smiled and opened the doors. Maybe it was something to do with the fact I was holding a mini-plunger and had just made a guinea-pig-burp-noise.

So amid my flurry of thanks and apology, I was trying to open my bus pass. It really wasn't happening, probably due to the adrenaline pumping through my body; or again the fact I was juggling with a mini-plunger.

I think any normal, grumpy bus driver would have lost his temper, but this guy was having a good old giggle-smile and when I finally opened my bus pass, smiled kindly and nodded me onto the bus.

Sat on the bus seat, catching my breath, I starting thinking, we weren't in Spar for ten minutes! What time is it now? It was exactly 18:49. I phoned James to tell him his watch was slow and made check it. His watch was around seven minutes slow.

Luckily, I had the rare beauty of a lovely bus driver, who decided to giggle instead of get mad.