Was shopping, and when I was done I couldn't be arsed to walk aaaaall the way home, so I took the bus.
And on the bus I got bored, so I picked up this mag I bought, and started reading it.
Prob was that I got so interested in what I was reading I forgot to get off at the right stop.
Didn't notice when I passed it, only noticed I'd screwed up when the driver went on the PA system and told some blind person where we were. So I got off the bus there and took aim at some far away bridge that looked familiar, kinda'.
Then, after the bus had gone, I realised where I was.
A fooking scary place, going by the word on t'street, so to speak. One of those places where you don't wanna' be after dark on account of junkies and gangs of kids beating people up and so forth, and naturally it was getting dark. But there was nothing to do but walk, 'cos the bus was gone and standing still didn't seem like a good idea
So I walk and walk, not even knowing if I'm going the right way.
Then, after a while, it occurs to me that the people I pass on the way to that bridge avoid looking at me. When I pass one group, a dad and two kids, the dad puts his arms around their shoulders and sort of guides them to the other side of the street so there's some distance between us as I pass them.
I dunno' what all of that was about, maybe I looked like one of them junkies, tho' I doubt that, or maybe it was 'cos I was the only white person there (might have thought I was out to bash immigrants, or somesuch).
Was a weird experience anyhow
And yeah, obviously I did get home, turned out I was going in the right direction.