So I’m waiting for a bus home, looking at the new clock beside the stop that tells me when I’ll be out of the cold. I arrive and it says 8 minutes. Great, no time at all. I spend my time looking around in the hope of finding a distraction. I’ve forgotten my headphones today. After 5 minutes I look back at the clock, 9 minutes. Great. So that’s how it’s going to be?
This is an improvement on the last time me and the clock had an exchange, where I looked at it without actually reading the numbers, as you do, only to look back to see it had taken the rest of the day off.
I continue looking around because I have now established that the bus was stuck in a timeloop and would never arrive. That is when I saw Ron Weasley. Not the actor, just Ron. It’s not like Ireland has a shortage of gingers, but you see this kid and you think: “Ron Weasley”.
So I look at him and he hops on to the wall of the corner house’s front garden. He looks around, I assume he is waiting for a posse, possibly composed of a Potter and a Granger but I can’t see anyone else from where I’m standing. I wonder why he’s on a wall, the only reason I can think of is that he’s a teenager and that’s what teenagers do. So I look around at the traffic for a minute, but there isn’t much to look at, it’s half eight and it seems all the interesting people have already gone home. I look back at Ron, he was still standing on the wall. He did a front flip!
I’m in awe or maybe just very surprised and continue looking. He does it again! My gaze slowly shifted to two old men that were approaching the bus stop. One looked at the clock and I heard “Great, 8 minutes” the man looked at me and said “is it working?”. By then it had been fifteen minutes, so I simply told them that the clock had been lying to me since I got there. Of course as soon as I said that, the clock said 7 minutes. It just wanted to make me look bad.
My eyes darted back to Ron who had put his bag down and had just started running towards the front garden wall. He did a running jump over it. This was most definitely not Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley doesn’t do flips or jumps over walls.
I am always in awe of people who can do things like that, I lack the ability to do any sort of jumping. I am too afraid I’ll hurt myself and break my neck. I blame my mother, she’s always saying I’m going to break my neck.
He put his backpack on, and started walking in my direction. He walked on his own, no Potter, no Granger, past the bus stop.
I have no idea what just happened…
I have learned though, that writing what has happened at the bus stop on an iPod is both relaxing and a good way to pass the time when you have forgotten your headphones. This was an amusing event from an otherwise boring day full of thesis writing in the library.
On the plus side I still get asked for my ID all the time so I don’t look so old 
