Bus Station

I picked up wife E before sunrise, at the city-to-city bus station in the centre of town. She said, "This used to be new. Look at it now." It was built in 1986 -- the twilight years of apartheid. There was water everywhere, with signs: "CAUTION: WET FLOOR". Many panes of safety glass were shattered. Nearly all outside lights were dead. I estimated that one-quarter of the internal lights were out. About one-quarter of the steel seats were smashed. There were water stains all over. Various vagrants approached me. And wife E's  bus was half an hour late.