The bus is like a human sardine can. Elbow to elbow, face to back and
back to face. The air is warm, damp and floating with this seasons most
fashionable flus. The driver is brake happy today, making the sardines
jolt about in the tin can. It's like there is a giant shaking his
sardine can with quick repetitive jerks to ensure the oil is spread
evenly all over his juicy, salty sardines. It repeats the entire length
of George Street. Obviously this giant really wants to make sure his
tiny fish are shiny and moist. Every last one. I'm almost at Circular
Quay and the jolts and jerks still continue. Surely the giant must be
starving by now?
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