Bus, stop
Sometimes when the sandman has overslept or simply forgot about me, I go for a walk and buy a bottle of beer at the local petrol station. As drinking at home is a bad habit, at least when you are by yourself, I then sit down for the length of half a liter at the bus stop and wait. Although the little cabin is brightly lit no bus ever arrives. For that I am grateful, because who would like to be seen at one in the morning drinking beer at a bus stop?