Something I wrote on the bus.

In a city that no one ever visits there is a bus. Inside there are 2 people. Of these two people one is a woman (Marianne), the other a man (Leonard). In the second row on the seat facing the window sits Marianne. She is a cashier at a mini-mart. Her biggest ambition in life is to earn enough money to be happy. Her favorite food is mashed potatoes with a hint of gravy.
Leonard is a bus driver. He lives alone. His biggest ambition in life is not to die alone. He likes being a bus driver because he is surrounded by people all day. His favorite food is lasagna.
Leonard is happy today because there is a beautiful woman on his bus. He constantly glances through the mirror to see if she is looking at him, but she never is.
Marianne is jealous of her bus driver. Whenever she looks at him, he is happy. She wishes he would stop whistling because all it does is make her feel sad.
He is imagining them together, her in his arms. Leonard knows God is a sadist because he creates women like Marianne and puts them on his bus.
Suddenly they lock eyes. Marianne stands up -Leonard's heart skips a beat- and gets off.
He whispers, "so long", as she steps off and thinks about her for the rest of his shift.
Marianne notices nothing and thinks nothing other than one day being happy.
Leonard goes home early to heat himself up some frozen lasagna.
Marianne comes home late and only has time for a cigarette.