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Why Is This Granny’s Daily Bus Ride (the early bird special) the Most Exciting Event of the Morning?

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The Early Bird Special

If you think all the excitement happens later in the day, you clearly haven’t met the early morning bus crowd. Among the regulars, there’s always a colourful character or two, but none as endearing and resourceful as the little old lady who’s turned the morning commute into her personal paper chase.

Picture this: the sun is barely up, the streets are just beginning to stir, and the city’s buses are starting their rounds. Amid the bleary-eyed commuters and the occasional jogger, there’s a sharp-eyed senior with a mission. Clad in a cosy cardigan and sensible shoes, she’s a woman with a plan – and that plan involves a stack of free newspapers.

Every morning, without fail, she arrives at the bus stop, a gleam in her eye and a reusable bag in hand. As the bus pulls up and the doors swing open, she steps on board with the precision of someone who knows the exact layout of every bus in the city. Her target? The fresh bundle of free newspapers neatly stacked near the driver.

With the speed and stealth of a seasoned pro, she grabs her prize, her movements a blur of efficiency. It’s like watching a heist in slow motion – if the heist involved local news and grocery store flyers. As the bus rolls to the next stop, she’s already clutching a hefty stack of newspapers, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

The bus halts, and before anyone can fully comprehend what just happened, she’s off the bus and onto the next leg of her journey. Her routine is so seamless, so perfectly timed, that it’s hard not to admire her dedication. She disappears into the early morning light, her bag now bulging with newsprint, leaving a trail of amused and bewildered passengers in her wake.

You have to hand it to her – she’s figured out how to make the most of her mornings. While the rest of us are still fumbling for our coffee, she’s already tackled the day’s headlines and probably has a sudoku puzzle halfway done.

In a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable, there’s something comforting about this pint-sized newspaper bandit. She’s a reminder that sometimes, life’s little routines and quirks are what make the day worth looking forward to. So, next time you’re on an early bus ride, keep an eye out for our newspaper-loving granny. She might just inspire you to find your own unique way to seize the day – or at least get your hands on a free crossword puzzle.

___ Alex

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