As the bus arrived at its terminus near the railway station I alighted from it with all the other passengers. I headed for the No. 280 Bus stop and saw halfway a long queue of travelers had formed at another bus station. I found the same situation at my destination. It was the rush hour at the weekend. I stood beside the queue with well-stuffed bags in my hands waiting anxiously for the bus for the parents' meeting was to be held soon. I looked frequently towards the direction from which it would come. After a long time, a bus numbered 280 turned up at last. Everyone waiting nudged his way into it. At the entrance a row occurred when someone tried to jump the queue. I made my way through the exit and got on the bus successfully and even took a seat.