Terrible Weather

(A bus stop in Manchester. Rain. A queue of two.)

Grace: Terrible weather, isn't it?

Omar: Awful. And it was sunny this morning.

Grace: It always does this. You leave the house, no umbrella, and then look.

Omar: Story of my life. Have you been waiting long?

Grace: Twenty minutes. The 142 is never on time.

Omar: It's late again, is it?

Grace: Always. I think the driver stops for a cup of tea.

Omar: Lucky him. At least he's dry.

(A bus appears in the distance.)

Grace: Oh, here it comes. Finally.

Omar: That's not the 142. That's the 50.

Grace: Of course it is. Of course it's the wrong one.

Omar: Typical, isn't it?

Grace: Completely typical. Well, nice talking to you.

Omar: You too. Stay dry, if you can.

Grace: In Manchester? No chance.