"Where does this bus stop?" I asked, politely. The bus driver rotated his head like the Terminator and stared through his sunglasses.
"You tell me..." he said. It suddenly occurred to me that he was built like an oversized suitcase.
I looked puzzled and (probably) a little frightened. I haven't caught a bus for a while but I'm pretty sure that this is not how public transport works. I didn't say that though; you don't get smart with a bus driver who could easily be a Terminator in his spare time.
"You tell me... where you want to get off," he said, matter-of-factly. I told him, though I was wondering at the same time whether I'd just climbed on to a massive bus-shaped taxi by accident. This is definitely not how buses work, right?
This is what happens when you walk to work and get too tired to face walking home again. You end up outside Stockholmhaven, catching a dusty bus driven by an enigmatic Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Come to think of it, this does seem to be a bit of a mystical bus route. There is no real certainty where it ends - the website says one place, but also another on the equivalent return journey. None of the bus stops mentioned on the site have any indication that this bus goes past them - I know because I checked on my way this morning.
So if the driver seems weirdly vague about where we're going, and so does the bus company, you'll forgive me for wondering whether we get there through some cosmic wormhole or other. I could just be sitting in the second row of seats on the lower deck of the world's first interdimensional omnibus...
... driven by a Terminator. Gulp. See you later. Hopefully.
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