I’m in a bus and there was a father and son. He caught my eye because the little bit was lying in the floor happily and kitted out in his waterproof overalls
the bus reached the bus stop and the doors swooshed open. Let’s go days the father but the son doesn’t want to budge. Fine you can stay there and I’ll go. The boy cried. It was the thought of being abadoned that cheeky upset him. He couldn’t understand that it was a prompt to move him. Not that the father was stressed and probably had a time pressure. Fine didn’t exist for that boy