You could just MOVE!!

So, this morning I am waiting at my bus stop as usual. I prefer to stand anyway, even more so as this morning there is a young lady of somewhat robust proportions, clad in sizeable black jeans, black tshirt, and black Stetson sitting on the bench, and I don't like to sit with strangers in case they try and engage me in conversation. (I am British. We don't do conversation with strangers unless we absolutely have to, or unless the weather demands it.) So there I am, standing and looking to my left, waiting for the bus, whilst listening to Radio One on my iphone. Perfect Husband found me a Free App for this, which is most excellent for two reasons: One, being how thoughtful and kind Perfect Husband is, as I am British and currently living in Alaska, and he is American and appreciates how many things I miss about my homeland, and two, it was FREE. I adore FREE things.
It does however mean that my breakfast show is Greg James as we are 9 hours behind the UK, so the "Going Home" song is a cruel tease for me as I am just beginning my day but you can't have everything. (Unless you are very rich and can buy everything, but then you are probably ugly or boring to remind you that you really can't have everything.)
Anyhoo, as I said, I am listening to the lovely Greg and enjoying the sunshine when a voice is spoken just loud enough to cut through my daydream.....and the voice belongs to Stetson Girl, who says "Ma'am? Can you step back so I can see when the bus comes?"
I was so surprised I did actually step back, although it did strike me as an odd request, for several reasons:
1.Why do I need to do as you ask? We are strangers and the world is surely large enough for you to look round me....?
2.As far as I can tell, I am too small to block the sight of an entire bus, even a single decker one.
3.You could just actually stop being so bloody lazy and MOVE, (even if it's only your head) to see if said bus is coming.
4.You could just continue to sit and do nothing, and eventually the bus will come to a stop right in front of you and you will notice it anyway.
Not surprisingly, I did as she asked and stepped back.
I said nothing, although I did immediately complain on Facebook...... I like Facebook for several reasons, complaining being one of them.
Not necessarily complaining in a whiney way; the world has plenty of those types of people; no, I like to complain in what is hopefully an amusing way.
The bus did indeed turn up shortly- I'm so glad I moved and therefore did not prevent Stetson Girl from seeing it.....and as an extra act of generosity I let her get on first. This seems to be bus etiquette; if you arrive at the bus stop first you get on the bus first, unless it's Elderly Chinese Man who waits (or should that be skulks with a cigarette) so far back in the trees that I fear the bus will depart without me if I wait for him to get on first......but I haven't seen him for a while.....too many cigarettes maybe.......
Anyway we were both safely on the bus so I took my seat and did my usual routine of surreptitiously glancing at my fellow passengers to see if there was anyone of particular interest on board, and Bingo! I got two for the price of one; a small Eskimo Lady in a rather fetching patterned Parky (my ex-Eskimo-Mother-In-Law called them Parkys, not Parkas, but more of her later...) and a large man with long white hair and beard, Stetson and blue denim dungarees, straining to cover his considerable girth. Dukes of Hazzard County anyone? (Ask your parents.....)
So I did what any normal person would do; I took a discreet photo to amuse my friends with. (I removed their heads in case they somehow stumble across this post) (I didn't remove their heads literally.)