Waiting for the bus is not particularly fun on the best of days.
However, with the introduction of a large, man eating sparrow, it can take a dramatic turn for the worse.
I was checking my watch when I sensed it's presence...saw it's shadow...smelled it's feathers...
The stink of rotting human flesh made me gag as I tried to escape from it's talons but, alas, I was too slow. It swooped and grabbed me by the shoulders.
But this was to be the beggining of the journey. Next stop: Communist Russia
