The night I got the first bus, I went back home dragging my bike with a flat rear tyre.
Yes, for a week, I have to walk. But it's okay. Exercise's good anyway.
So two nights ago, I tried to repair the bike, with a tube I once used.
It proved futile, for the tube lets out air faster than fart. Unfortunately, it farted sometimes later that night, and I got to know it only the next morning.
Dang! Walking again!? And I'm late for the first bus...
So yesterday, I bought a new tube, and later that night, I re-repaired the rear tyre.
It didn't happen anymore, fortunately.
So today, at 5.30am, I departed using the same route I use, and prayed at a musalla near the bus stop. And I waited for the nice first bus as usual.
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