The BRT queue this morning deserves its own documentary

I was at the bus stop by 6:10 this morning and the queue for the BRT was already past the bridge. A woman in front of me was selling puff-puff straight from a cooler, and by the time the first bus came she had sold out and gone home. The man behind me was on a call explaining to his boss that he was “five minutes away” while we had not moved for twenty. When the bus finally came, the driver opened the door, looked at all of us, and said “I dey come.” I am typing this from the same spot.