The second one is that it is fun.
Oh, I remember when the ticket machine at the railway station refused to take the first seven of my bank notes. It calmly and methodically spat them out, one by one, until it finally accepted the last one. By that time the train had already arrived at the platform. As soon as the driver saw me, he closed the doors and sped off, leaving me there with a ticket I could not use, as I now had to take a taxi to catch my plane instead. Oh, I laughed!
Or when the last bus just passed me as I was waving at it at the bus stop. It was just hilarious how I had to walk three kilometres in the rain at one o'clock in the morning.
Today there was a bus driver who closed the door behind me, before I had been able to ask him if I was on the right bus. As I was standing on the lower step, the door crushed my foot. As I gave a jolly scream of somewhat agonizing pain, he kindly opened the doors again, and that jammed one of them against the hand of a gentleman next to me. It was so funny! No, it was not the right bus, but this one went to the hospital, so that was anyhow convenient for us.
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