trainspotting

On a rather talkative bus this morning. Maybe it was because I was one of just two passengers aboard, making the automated announcement system seem more noticeable, but it seemed like every time the driver depressed the brake pedal, the speaker on the outside of the bus (for boarding passengers) would say, in hesitating phrases with unnatural intonation:
Route.
64.
service to.
Oak.
Square.
I wondered about the sanity of the driver as he listened to this all day long. Perhaps after a while, he would think or speak in the same way:
What’s.
for dinner.
honey I’m.
starving.

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