Bus Stop

I don’t like to drive Downtown, so I take the bus to the train, which takes me to the ballpark.
The transfer is at Houston Community College, and the stop is across from a bar.
I check my bus system app for times, and I’ve got 30 minutes to wait for the next bus.
So, I head into the bar, get a coke, and relax in a leather chair.
Others sit at the bus stop, in the heat, on an uncomfortable concrete bench, or standing around.
My watch rings, I pay my tab, and go outside for the arriving bus.